After the snow moves north
the prairie crocus,
ears of the earth
for the rustle of summer.
Gently she sways
to moments of truth.
In her petals
the purple-blue mist
of far distant mountains;
a small golden sun
close to her heart.
folds close around her,
from the cold winds
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