I
A round glass bowl holds
Ten little golden sunbursts,
Orange straw flowers.
II
In a gray pitcher
Stands a single sprig of pink
Japonica blooms.
III
Yellow daffodils
Pierce the silent springtime air
With shouts of color.
IV
Curling tongues within
Salty mouths of hungry waves
Gently lick the shore.
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