Snow melts,
And the waters run,
Clouds part,
Making way for the sun.
Soil grows soft,
That shoots may reach up.
And the blossoms that open
Are the pretty Buttercup.
Posted by Dennis Langley on April 13, 2015 in Garden Walks
Tags: Buttercup, flowers, Snow, Sun
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