The Miracle

By Annie Stone

I had waited all the winter for a sign
Something wondrous, a miracle divine;
Today it came, a very lovely thing,
A crocus in the close a-blossoming.
Blue wings a-gleam, a song bird’s sweetest strain,
In gladness for spring’s miracle again.

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