Daffodils are a month early

Daffodils are a month early

A summer fragrance invades my senses

The elders are pushing

A young bee practices on a dandelion

Buttercups are everywhere

Chestnuts make green fists

Everything seems forward

A robin chants its Lenten message on a stump

And eases my concerns.

Categorized as Poems

By timmyconway


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