On A Cool February Morning
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Juan Olivarez
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On a cool February morning
The buds playing pick a boo.
The thrush in the Fairy Castle,
Smiled and said 'how do you do'?
It looks like winter up and went.
And just exited stage right.
And he preened his feathers carefully,
In the early morning light.
And he said, look at the yuccas
Gigantic candles all ablaze.
Stretching high towards the heavens,
This is a magical place.
Then he turned to say good morning,
To the finch and the titmouse,
The latter in a checkered vest,
And the finch in yellow blouse.
Then they all went for a bath,
Neath the big huisache tree.
resplendent as a yellow cloud,
All a swarm with honeybees.
Then from out the ebony's branches,
Came the butterflies of white.
So much like it's fuzzy flowers,
And as awkward in their flight.
They decended in the clearing,
And landed on the Texas sage.
To feast on the blood red flowers,
As their lives turned a new page.
And the thrush looked up and caught my eye,
As he splashed round with his friends,
And I smiled despite myself,
This indeed is Winters end.
2/24/14 Alton Texas
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