Friday, April 9, 2010

Imagining in April

Spring has the strangest flowers.
Princess' turbans nodding atop pale green towers.
With brief, bright faces trimmed with frills
Riding their long-faced horse daffodils
Galloping in breezes, quivering with thrills.
Clusters of baby faces painted bright.
Spring bulbs
That seem to grow and live and die in one night.
Spring brings with it unique flowers.
Flowers on trees.
White. Pink.
Swarming with bees.
The cat stops to think
Then licks an idle idea away.
Spring is a mother with strange powers
And her children are delicate and fey.

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