Waltz of the Winter Aconites

Would you like to go wandering down in the woods
where there’s shelter from February breeze,
in the hedgehog and badger and bird neighbourhoods,
and among all the Winter-bare trees?

Pack a picnic, perhaps, with a flask for some soup,
and start out to the ash-and-oak grove;
we shall meet you here, mingling in glad golden group,
freshly sprung from the earth’s treasure trove.

Please don’t sit on us, pick us or eat us all up –
though we’re pretty, we’re poisonous too!
Simply smile at us, shining like stars, while you sup,
before Spring sounds her bells in bright blue.