A broken tulip

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Covid-19 prowls the streets
so I curl close
to flames lit in the fireplace.
I hold papers and a box of seeds
planning potted plants and garden rows.
The burning willow spits sparkled, Summer dreams.
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Who else is dreaming of warmer days? My family is digging up earth to make more space for vegetable planting and I was tasked to plan the garden plots of this year. Everyone knows the best time for dreaming of possibilities is at night next to a fire. 🙂 How are you welcoming Spring?