Fifty-one Springs
For fifty-one springs
there have been springing grass
and new toads peeping.
There have been showers and snow
for crocuses, daffodils and tulips,
tiny purple mint carpeting the fields,
blue veronica in the grass.
There have been red-breasted robins,
mockingbirds, and bluebirds,
and growth for the fruits of summer.
I didn’t know
when I was born
that spring would be so good
every one of my
fifty-one years.
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