A Garden Gift

In transit to the compost bin to toss
the morning coffee grounds, it caught my eye:
a harbinger of coming spring, a gloss
of blooming foliage 12 inches high.
I planted neither seed nor shoot across
that space between 2 bushes. I could try
identifying this emergent gift,
or simply ride its January lift.

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