The Heralds of Spring
The croplands are a palette
Of purple, brown and green.
My yard a mass of hyacinth
With daffodils between.
A rogue March wind plays havoc
On neatly braided hair,
And brings a smell of greening
To clean the lifeless air.
Reclusive little pussy toes
Peep from their fairy ring,
And strident herald starlings
Declare the coming spring.
Of purple, brown and green.
My yard a mass of hyacinth
With daffodils between.
A rogue March wind plays havoc
On neatly braided hair,
And brings a smell of greening
To clean the lifeless air.
Reclusive little pussy toes
Peep from their fairy ring,
And strident herald starlings
Declare the coming spring.
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