Spring does not please with warmth.
A little bullfinch boards
among thin willow's branches.
The bird's exploring beads,
which covered all the tree.
They burn like honey candles.
The sunlight seeps through bloom,
a fragrant viscous plume
is spreading all around.
The magic necter smell
is for cute fairy elves
who sleep in tree's small cracks.
The bullfinch wages the wings,
bloom pollen fall beneath
uncountable thin branches.
Fine sparkling yellow dust
is soaring in light.
Spring greets the weird guest.
by Thea Ariss
03.04.2025
Spring miracle
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