On the last day of January
I saw the first honeybee land
On a new yellow dandelion
Two fools coaxed out too soon
With still crushing snows to come
Or had last year left them behind
For a few warm days to find
Mid-winter summertime
Both too early and too late
But boy that bee was hungry
And girl that flower gleamed
Even if only for a few hours
Even if it was only a dream
Accepting and defying fate
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