The One Who Waited
Carol Lynn Pearson
I could have
Come to you before.
But the fields in me
Wanted a little greening.
I needed
Just to work on spring
A little more.
Well,
I did.
April blossomed into May
And every early
Bud you glimpsed-
Look:
Each a bouquet.
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