In hammock embrace
I sway beneath
The leafy skirts of Willow.
I hum the song of the honeybees,
As they attend the Cherry Bride,
Tenderly adjusting each blossom
Of her fragrant and flowing veil.
From their earthy beds
Golden trumpets herald
The return of sun and wing.
I soar with the clouds!
I anticipate
The greening of the spring.
(my feeble and cliched attempt to express my joy at the arrival of my favorite season...T)
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