She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
~ A.A. Milne
The daffies are dotting the landscape all around here, which makes me happy! My late bloomers are still not up yet.
A perfect spring poems!
Thanks for sharing at SYC.
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