Soon, Green (for OSI)

Today in the notch, despite the mere scrim
of a late March snow, rainy flakes barely frozen,
falling, liquefied, through an early morning
mountain air,
                    even the casual eye could catch
(captured in a momentary parting of fog)
the small grey buds of the red maple,
the low spark, purple flame of crocus.

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Originally written for NaPoWriMo in 2010, revised and posted here for this week’s prompt, Transition, at: ONE SINGLE IMPRESSION.