Suburban woods
where SPRING means
our Snow drops, Crocuses
& Daff-a-down-dillies announce
that soon enough
these expansive Azalea sunsets
all all all all a-round
will subside:
The full spectrum of heavenly color
to be carefully blended and stirred into
a bright series of garden blooms
one by one on the way to being
as the maples' red buds overhead
burgeon accidentally into the necessity
of Summer's shade- and bird watching
is circumscribed to only the closest twig
and bit of lawn.
copyright ©2011 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 54
