From Winter: To Spring - Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya
I walk through a patch of yellow flowers,
Some have shimmer, some have a glint of gold.
Others invite the sun to play,
when day is done,
and wind will sway.
To and fro, controlled by a breeze,
tickling skin below the knees.
Arrival of winter beats is bell,
to cover the world and bring stories to tell.
The blanket hides the yellow flowers from the sun,
They sleep until next spring,
and the day is done.
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