The snowdrops and the crocuses
have hemmed the woodland track
advance word of the advent of
daffodils
whose stems are groaning, stretching
they overtake the sleeping grass
as the late frost nips impatient chutes
fooled by the lengthening sun-washed day
We dallied through the dapples
of the final twig-drawn silhouettes
the softer soil begins to yawn
and Spring teases
with her promise of warmer smiles
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I would like to translate this poem
Hello, Danny! Nice poem!