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Monday, February 27, 2017

On February, by Sarah Doudney

"A small bird twitters on a leafless spray,

Across the snow-waste breaks a gleam of gold:

What token can I give my friend to-day

But February blossoms, pure and cold?

Frail gifts from Nature's half-reluctant hand...

I see the signs of spring about the land...

[T]hese chill snowdrops, fresh from wintry bowers,

Are the forerunners of a world of flowers."

~Sarah Doudney, "Snowdrops (Consolation)," c.1881

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