I saw a bumble-bee today
after a long, long winter.
He is my hope to end the cold
and the promise of the season.
Summer soon, says he, so soon.
He adroitly rides the cool wind
Spreading the pollen dream:
planting possibility in my heart
To germinate in my soul.
So I shall befriend him first,
Invite him with my flora-scent.
Then warmth with follow after
because yellow-black promise he
assures there will be flowers.
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