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Poetry: “Coltsfoot”

More spring cheer today.




Little yellow flower

Like a dandelion shrunk

Yet she’s not its kin at all

She blooms there without leaves


Shows her face in early spring

Shines brightly like the sun

In my childhood, she was dear

Quite precious to be true


She it was who truly said

That spring had just arrived

I picked bouquets in my small hands

And brought them home to mom


Even now, quite old and grown

Coltsfoot is still quite dear

In early springtime it’s of her

That I try to catch a glimpse



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