It's cold--Alabama cold. The ground is crusty--
have shriveled.
The birds still come though sparsely.
And in the middle of this winter
the green shoots of daffodils
are popping up all over my yard.
They are everywhere--
these prophets of spring.
They remind me that life stubborn,
stubborn life goes on.
They teach me that the work
of yesterday pays dividends tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow.
What I thought was over and finished
will come back every spring
long after I'm gone.
--Roger Lovette
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