Spring Flowers Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

They speak of cherry blossoms
And frangipani trees
Of crocuses and daisies
Narcissus on spring hills

They talk of Easter lilies
I see them on store shelves
And peonies aplenty
Among bold daffodils

Yes, springtime is approaching
Wrapped in a showy cloak
Yet there's a flower I yearn for
Whose source can not be named

It hides under a blanket
Of snow and winter frost
Not even spring's warm sunshine
Can coax it from its chill

Those few who found the secret
Of finding this rare bloom
Will gladly share the answer
But sadly few will care

It is the flower of spirit
With petals some call grace
They open with plain prayer
And cannot wilt or die

So many pick fair poppies
And kiss a blushing rose
Quite unaware of standing
On spirit's hidden dale

They speak of cherry blossoms
And frangipani trees
Of crocuses and daisies
Narcissus on spring hills.