Small daffodil espies my wandering eye,
How delicate its frilly bonnet-do
And soft is scent that wafts on gently by.

Now hyacinth displays plump form anew,
While sitting proud where gloss-green leaves belong,
Its perfume stretches lush to lovers woo.

See tulip cup the errant spring’s cool song,
Awaiting bees sharp buzz of happiness,
Adoring self in nature’s sunshine-strong.

Lost violet sweeps back dirt in staid caress,
With gleam of petals-white in morning’s light,
While rooted toes continue to progress.

The dance of season brings harbored delight
As earth-born flowers color into sight.


Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copyright 1/19/12