When colorful buds
Peer, half-asleep
Through heavy lids,
And wonder if they have
A few moments more
To rest like weary eyes
Before busy visitors - humming and buzzing
As they fill their pockets with golden pollen treasure -
Arrive.
But the sun is warm.
And the songbird is here - joined by another and another -
Together sounding the alarm that spring has finally come.
So it is time to wake up.
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