sisters equinox

First Daffodil
she appears
a little worse for the wear,
still in her winter cloak.
then brushing the ice from her hair,
she giggles,
tiptoeing across the meadow,
leaving bluets and daffodils in her wake –
Spring has arrived
her sister turns from the changing horizon,
an icy mantle around her pale shoulders,
she retreats north
until another equinox
calls for her return

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