
My chilli has sprung:
she held her breath all winter,
now her leaves exhale.

My chilli has sprung:
she held her breath all winter,
now her leaves exhale.

Glowing from within,
white daisy in the darkness;
heart full of happy.

Scattered on the ground:
pearls of a precious lady;
wattle of this land.

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

Cold feet wearing off,
the buds are ready to pop
spring is almost here.