She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight,
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead."
When Livie and Tori were little, we had a tape of AA Milne's When we were very young poems that we listened to a lot. We all have bits and pieces memorized. (I like AA Milne poems. Even if it is incredibly childish of me.)
Daffodowndilly is one I think of every spring.
(Just learned what this was. Thanks to google and the term Northern woods flower purple-ish spring)
Bleeding Heart. I love the arching-ness of bleeding heart