I tiptoe into the yard, toward my flower beds, over hard, bumpy ground.
I peer at one end of the bed,
where crocus will appear soon, but not this soon.
I see green, but realize
it's a leftover pachysandra from last summer.
A little embarrassed, I hope my neighbor Lynn (gardener extraordinaire)
doesn't see me peeping in the flower beds on January 5!
Snows are sure to come, but I can't help it.
My flower beds hold promise and I can't be too sure
of when the first tender shoots might appear.
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