An
oniony aroma announces the chives’ presence
before I clear away the limp, tan stems and heaped winter leaves
to catch
sight of its eager green sprouts.
One
foot to the left, my whisk-rake gently culls debris
from
low-growing sedum – its coiled leaves an eager chartreuse
even
in near-total absence of sunlight.
For
us all it is the beginning of the end
of
the odorless, colorless, coldest part of the year.
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