Page 67 - I Am The Seed

9th
AFTER WINTER
A little bit of blowing, A little bit of snow,
A little bit of growing,
And the crocuses will show!
On every twig that’s lonely
a new green leaf will swing,
On every patient tree-top
a thrush will stop and sing.
A little bit of sleeting, A little bit of rain,
The blue, blue sky for greeting A snowdrop come again!
And every frozen hillside
its gift of grass will bring,
And every day of winter another day of spring.
Carolyn Sherwin Bailey
10th
CAT AND CROCUSES
In the crocus-bed I saw her;
Like a queen enthroned she sat. Yellow crocuses shone round her — Royal, sun-illumined cat:
Orange eyes intensely lighted
By a vivid golden flame:
Fire of spring that burnt within her, And in every flower the same.
World-surveying, world-contented, Seated in her crocus-ring:
Cat and crocuses together
Basking in the fires of spring.
Eva Martin
MARCH
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