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          Between gray and brown
          By M.E. Hope

          It is snowing here
          though the lilacs have crimson leaf buds
          erect against the gray morning.

          In the lone evergreen
          along the stream
          a cardinal has chosen to startle
          the sepia background
          and he moves like an exclamation mark
          against the horizon;
          his color blinding the dull clouds.

          Burgundy shoots, like diminutive tongues,
          poke through the warming beds:
          the soil unfastened as winter dissolves.

          Between gray and brown
          where the down meets the trees
          paused for spring
          a flash greets the eye
          the pewter water reflecting white.

          A solitary crocus lost
          among the lawn's blonde spikes
          paints one lone violet stroke.
          And the lilac bush, so skeletal,
          holds its buds gingerly toward the light.

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