Winter clings onWhite and cold Spring looms closeTrying to turn sunlightAnd blue skyInto summer.

Herald of spring,Apple blossoms remindOf summer.Fragrant as honeysuckle Along the pasture fence.Come early,Precursors of yellow applesFull of sweet juiceI can taste sunshine And applesauce.

Dandelion wishesDandelion dreamsAre there just for the taking,Peeping from the grasses,Poking from the streamsOf clover on the hillsideNear the ocean of new greensLike a miracle it seemsA dandelion in the spring.