As Mother Nature strolls across her lands,
Remembering the pusywillows there.
Bedecked with ferns and roses in her hands.
She visits them while deeply breathing air.
Their unique scent infusion; she commands.
Those puffs of silky gray on branches bear
A sign to all that warmer days are near.
That springtime floras, rosebuds, shall appear.
© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: pusywillows or daffodils
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts