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“Out of the cold”
Out of the cold and frozen earth
The tiny shoots appear,
And always take me by surprise
At this time of year.
Those minty, fragile drops of white
On slender stalks of green,
Have sometimes sprung up overnight
Upon the winter scene.
They are the first of all the flowers
To brave the ice and cold –
Who gives the secret strength they have
To stand so straight and bold?
by Kathleen Gillum