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Keegan Go

A Nip at the Buds

There, aside the street,
amidst the worn garden's
mulch, trodden upon
by winter's heavy feet

I saw violet buds, in
both color and name
which broke
the morning's frost

Like an amethyst flame,
burning lightly, flickering
in dawn's early rays, but
still shivering in their bed

Soft candles that
glow with spring, sway
gently, rising hesitantly
like a misty breath

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]