Arlene Corwin writes

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

Completely missing.

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.