Mingling with Pusywillows
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