Early Ones
The aconite
Beneath bare trees
Wake to the lengthening sun
Heralds of gladness
First feed the bees
Though winter is not done
Open to each other
Speak as they need
Seeds started, more than one
It matters not
More snows received
The flowers have had their fun
Spring on its way
Winter's grip unseized
The Ice Queen's on the run
©️Sylphide poem/image 2021
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