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Faery of Late Winter - Dorothea Barth©2010 Vallejo USA
Awakened by a buzz of honey bees
A vineyard faery tumbles from her bowers
Inhales the fragrant morning mist, then spins
And lands amidst a sea of mustard flowers
Although the grape leaves do not yet ascend
To grow sweet fruit for man’s divine content
The bees and elves are early satisfied
In yellow petals find their element
Some centuries since golden trail was strewn
Along the California verdant coast
The missions followed golden rosary
Now bounteous grapes produce a golden toast
The vineyard’s rejouissance so soon arrives
While snowflakes dance across more distant hills
Precocious greening graces all the fields
Late winter faery’s effervescence spills
by Dorothea Barth ©2010
