As bright as lemons they stand at the
end of their stalk,
They have multiplied and across the lawn they walk.
There's a spread of lavender Vetch on the ground,
Some speak ill of it and even frown.
I enjoy the presence of anything living on this slope,
Keeps me going with brave hope.
Spring's countenance is cool and dull.
She seems to be holding and in a lull.
The temperature yesterday was warm and soft,
Today cool breezes are too low, dropping from aloft.
Then I gaze out through window across the windy scene,
And, would you believe? A housefly on my screen.
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