The sunny view from our offices has prompted the sharing of a few lines from a spring poem:
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
#ChristinaRossetti
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
#ChristinaRossetti
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