Bridal Veil Blooming that I planted 40 years ago.

Touch of Spring

How gently you come upon the scene,

struggling to give birth, from branch or earth,

for all your worth, sunshine and shadow,

freezing cold wind and heavy rain.

Killing cold is not yet old,

can come at any time.

You bask in the new sun,

till your brief flowering is done.

As you bring forth beauty to the world,

and sweet fragrance to attract the bees.

To pollinate your brief appearance,

with diligence and breathless ease.

Your beauty and your fragrance,

attracts us to your side.

We may cut a few of your kin,

to adorn our houses inside.

Whether naturally wild,

or cultivated in the yard,

a touch of spring you bring,

is so stimulating for the bard.

Copyright 2023 © Ronald W. Hull

2/16/23

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