A fragment of green lace
easy to miss
in a fast walk past
eyes to the ground
never seen
by passengers on the road
~ this spring harbinger
as dear as robin red breast.
“Welcome, wild harbinger of spring!
To this small nook of earth;
Feeling and fancy fondly cling,….”
~ Bernard Barton, poet
(1784 - 1849)
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