They glistened in the rain
Drops of purity lingered their thirsty lips
Like shy girls they bowed their heads
Faces hidden beneath the blond curls
Widowed by an unknown husband
Their heads wore the green hats of a cheated life
Clusteredly they gathered brow to brow
Awaiting the party that they dressed for all winter
Butterflies, humming birds, their usual dancing partners
Swaying to a voiceless tune
Welcoming the visit of their old friend
Spring