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