The Daffodils Are Out
The daffodils are out and up,
Pre-cursing any buttercup that’s bound to rise,
A prize which may bring other blooms.
It’s too soon to declare what, where:
Crocuses already here - here and there.
Indoors, hyacinth is growing like nobody’s business,
Amorous show-off-y amaryllis
Struts his stuff
Like peacock tail’s fluff stealing the show.
Outgoing that he is, he likes to crow.
Outdoors the rival squirrel
Steals the seed from birds in need.
He doesn’t care, the tantalizing food is there
And he/she has small babies to go halves with.
Actually, I’ve no idea what family life is all about.
So I’m allowed to have my doubts
And even guess where Mr/Mrs have their nest.
Back to the flowers: Scilla is a pretty one;
Blue as the sky and bell-shaped,
Covering the landscape
In contrast to grass whose green controls the scene.
As for dandelions, special thanks
When banks on road’s edge and our lawn
Produce these yellows on
Which every part is edible: How laudable!
Leaf for salad, root for coffee (though ersatz)
Bloom for dandelion wine. Congrats!
To diverse flowerets, all in spring,
Flowering for no one’s sake, reasoning
If they had two hands, I’d shake them,
Each and every her and his.
I just hope the bees will come out loud and strong
A-buzzing and a-pollenating ‘fore too long.