Once again the rhubarb has emerged in the garden bed... first looking other-worldly...now more recognizable. Spring is still doing its thing...a patch of warm, then frost, then warmer. Rhubarb says: That's just the way of spring. That's its way.
Rhubarb says
It’s not too cold for me
Once I begin spring growth
I follow through
As sure as rain and sun
As sure as the grass
Grows with me
As sure as the clematis
On the front porch pillar.
Rhubarb says
It’s a promise
You know
It’s a promise
And promises will eventually
Be kept.
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