By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 12, 2019 February Hush By Maude Rubin The creek lies still and cold as jadeBeneath the pewter sky.No sun-rich hum through apple boughs,No bird lifts whirring wing.But when a crocus candle-flameShines out against the snow,The willow puts on velvet shoes,Tiptoes to waken spring! (1958) ...
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