
Little yellow bulbs,
lean into my walking track,
remind me to spring.

Little yellow bulbs,
lean into my walking track,
remind me to spring.

Earthy, floral smells—
hiking in this bush country;
my walk in wardrobe.

Warming their bare wings,
deciduous trees line up—
late-winter sunshine.

Filters through dense fog:
little rebel winter sun,
springs into wattle.

Vintage chandelier,
charming a new audience—
throwing globes around.