Winter’s blanket falls slightly askew for one brief moment and
Spring explodes to life from frozen catacombs deep in the earth.
Tulips rise first, strutting proudly, splashing color on the snow.
Daffodils follow, delicately but more tenaciously.
Lilacs rule the earth, though briefly, as winter’s reign is broken.
Columbine surprise us with where they may rise and cast their blooms.
Irises, stately and most fragrant of the flower kingdom…
Peonies, their close rival, and determined to outlast them…
Roses, ah the roses. Yes, the roses will sustain us now.
Daisies ask so little of us, and yet, they are the summer.
Tiger Lilies, I thought you were going to sleep through to July.
Asters, green, green, green and then, finally... you are my first love.
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