Lately, as it’s Spring now, I’ve been indulging myself in flowers. There are Hyacinth & Daffodils on my table right now. The sweet heady scent of Hyacinth lulls me out of sleep with hope for new beginnings. The sunny yellow daffodils simply make me smile. They are like little sun lollipops.
Here’s a poem about flowers.
Freshen the Flowers, She Said
So I put them in the sink, for the cool porcelain
was tender,
and took out the tattered and cut eat stem
on a slant,
trimmed the black and raggy leaves, and set them all–
roses, delphiniums, daisies, iris, lilies,
and more whose names I don’t know, in bright new water–
gave thema bounce upward at the end to let them take
their own choice of position, the wheels, the spurs,
the little sheds of the buds. It took, to do this,
perhaps fifteen minutes,
Fifteen minutes of music
with nothing playing.
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