March Morning
In the willow tree
Under a Van Gogh sky a
Robin paints in song
Goldfinches
Five feisty finches
Fill the golden willow boughs
With red hot trouble!
Powder puffs, dusted
Gold in the golden sunlight
Catkin and goldfinch
On the Spring Equinox
Now the day rises
Green leaves unfurl to greet her
And birds sing her name
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