Blessed Bouquet

BLESSED BOUQUET

Purple crocus bursts through snow,

Reaching sunward, warm winds blow.

“Welcome, spring!”

It seems to sing.

Winter’s over—don’t you know?

Lavender lilacs, in a cluster,

Looking like a French maid’s duster;

Shaking around,

Petals surround,

Giving the yard a fragrant luster.

A blanket of violets covers the lawn,

Woven in webs before the dawn;

Sparkly dew,

A royal hue,

Provides a bed for a doe and fawn.

Twining morning glory vine,

Over lattice, trailing fine;

Fragile trumpets,

Shade our crumpets.

Having tea, we chat and dine.

Johnny jump-ups here and there,

Escape the garden if they dare.

Little faces,

Tiny spaces,

Happiness, without a care.

Purple clover, soft enough,

Tickling bunny’s powder puff.

Bees are buzzing,

Blossoms fuzzing,

Pom-poms filled with honey stuff.

Row on row, lupine blooms

Parading soldiers’ helmet plumes;

Attention formation,

Creator ovation;

Down in valleys, over dunes.

A burst of sparkle, fireweed,

Magenta flames, butterflies feed;

Fizzle gone,

Summer done,

Bouquets sing His praise, indeed.