The Song of the Coltsfoot Flower Fairy
The winds of March are keen and cold;
I fear them not, for I am bold.
I wait not for my leaves to grow;
They follow after: they are slow.
My yellow blooms are brave and bright;
I greet the Spring with all my might.
Are you greeting the spring with all your might? Is it spring yet where you are? The magnolias are just star…
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