Passage
On the eve of the new year
I bought three hyacinths
tightly curled
in a basket
Four days they sat aloof
closed and secretive
upon my kitchen sill
they were yet winter
Two days ago I noticed
peeping flower buds
hints of sunny zephyrs
tentatively lilac
This morning all was
silently afloat
with oh so delicate
notes of hyacinth
This tiny equinox
a promise of love
as winter passes into
Spring
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