We Can’t Help Ourselves

Perhaps we should be more like the pear tree

Eager to show itself in first taste of winter warmth

Enduring the cold dark days knowing in time…

The exact time, we will open joyfully for all to see

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Or maybe like the daffodils impatient for winter’s end

Emerging in the cold dark light of a translucent sun

Pushing up through the dead of winter with bold confidence

Overcoming the fear of the dark and of cold frosty fingers

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Exuding yellow sunshine while pear blossoms shine overhead

Rising in unmatched splendor reminding everyone to come out

Join together with us in choking off winter’s last raspy gasp…

in a glorious symphony of red buds, forsythias, and cherry blossoms

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Our time is coming // to shine with unstoppable blooms of inspiration

Always filled with love waiting to burst forth when our time is right

Photos: Dwight L. Roth