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Ramps

 


The verdant shoots, like whispers of the spring,
Unfurl from earth, a pungent, earthy scent.
These verdant jewels, a wild and precious thing,
A taste of green the winter's grip transcends.

With gentle hands, I gather nature's spoil,
Each tender stem, a vibrant emerald hue.
A simple feast, yet filled with joyful toil,
These ramps announce the world reborn anew.

In garlicky embrace, they meet the flame,
Emerging crisped, a savory perfume.
The first sweet bite, a message whispered plain,
Of life renewed, dispelling winter's gloom.

So let me savor spring's first earthy bite,
A taste of life, and pure, unfettered light.

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