February flurries into March—
Spiraea cluster
In tight-white fistfuls;
Lemon wafts
From sweet breath-of-spring,
Cool drips of honeysuckle.
Iris reticulata!—
A purple-tread carpet,
My low-lying Lent;
Jonquils and daffodils sound
White-peach-orange tones;
I yield to conical shade
Where a deep-blush camellia
Clings to morning
And a companion
Downturns bell-like,
Ruffled by golden rot,
A season-sink,
Winter’s bleeding bed
Of fallen petals—
Weed-fringed and
Pine-straw punctured.
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