that begin the spring.
and yellow hues,
and golden shoes
catching humans unawares,
still laidened down with winter cares.
And what a great delight they bring,
their bobbing heads, their signs of spring.
The pretty, gentle, quiet ways
they soften hearts and lighten days.
They sit in place, between…betwixt,
where nothing’s set and nothing’s fixed.
And slowly they begin to grow
as brave young soldiers, row by row.
Fighting through the frozen soil
their modest patterns do uncoil,
and as the season starts to shift
they come with ever brighter gifts.
So please do thank these pioneers,
these ones who soak up winters tears,
for they play a very noble part
in warming through our frosty hearts,
and on their tiny flowered wings
we’re led into the arms of spring.