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As much as five miles - a honeybee will forage far from the home hive

Merely a sliver of light against the night sky, reflecting the Sun

An amaryllis sleeps 'til spring, then lifts its head; a daffodil dance

Where to put the words without fitting them in slots, so the verse might breathe?

A grain standing strong against wind and drought, inside the Fertile Crescent

A pond, transient to Spring, sings itself to life: tadpoles to peepers

A child among ferns, a forest stretched forever in a map of green

On Mulberry Street, I remember the silk worms devouring leaves

Oh, little green buds, you wake too soon – this winter still has miles to go

for Algot

An inflorescence, in mathematical patterns; a catkin's spiked coat