It is with eager anticipation
I await thy emancipation
in the spring.

Though warm winds banish
the snows, which vanish
down the drains,
winter is not gone,
nor spring sun shone,
until your happy face I see.

My neighbours groan,
bend and moan
to eradicate your essence.
but thy head is multi-seeded
to be scattered where needed
in thy persistence.

It is with a child's eyes
that you create a disguise
as a natural toy,
for making necklaces
and 'buttery' faces
on any girl and boy.

To the consternation of the rest,
I will persevere in my quest
to keep my place
an immune space
for you little face.