Trilliums push up in my yard,
Spring has coaxed them out.
No need to distance,
No virus to hinder.
Just the pull of an ancient call,
The warmth of a thawing world,
And a promise for the future.

Trilliums push up in my yard,
Spring has coaxed them out.
No need to distance,
No virus to hinder.
Just the pull of an ancient call,
The warmth of a thawing world,
And a promise for the future.
Everybody has a story. Here's a little of mine.
Lydia Rae Bush Poetry
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