Wallowing in Spring

 Tête-à-Tête Daffodil

The Tête-à-Tête miniature Daffodil

Tiny golden bell with a pretty yellow frill

Most sweet and favourite spring flower

Product of a little sun and a cold March shower

Waiting for Bluebells

Fretting about politics and taxes and such stuff

Of those things we certainly do get quite enough

Better to dwell on far more beautiful thought

The cost is nothing and is so easily wrought

Woodland walks offer us loveliness all year

No month more than when Bluebell time is near

Of all the glorious sights set before our eyes

There surely is no greater visual prize

As absence makes the heart grow fonder

On memory of last years blooms we ponder

Wishing the days away until the first of them appear

Wiping clean our mind of anything austere

Bluebell time as purple thru’ the wood streaks

Sadly lasting only so very few short weeks

When perfume clinging, cloying brings such joy

To ordinary man as equally as to the hoi polloi

Is any sight or season more graceful can you tell

Than days dominated by the densest blue bluebell

Vase of White Flowers

The sure presence of white flowers

In a vase without pretence

Filling the thoughts of floral bowers

Of blossom petals in perfumed showers

Shown as classic evidence