And this from my book of children's poems, though it was originally written for a contest that required the use of the word "nascent":
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER
Last year the spring came early. My snowman faced his doom.
The birds were still in Florida as trees began to bloom
and warmth returned to push aside the winter in its prime.
Last year the spring came early. It's coming late this time.
The birds who are returning find their nesting branches bare,
and some have never glimpsed before a snowman's coal-eyed stare.
My snowman gives the birds a wink, then melts away at last.
The nascent blossoms burst their buds. And winter's finally past.
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