May is almost at an end. I am out in the garden watching dragonflies and hummingbirds. I hope you are similarly enjoying the last mellow days of this gentle season.
Flowers of Spring
Mid-March brings the daffodils
daffadondillies my father called them
their word was also naturalized
in the off months under cover of dirt they spread their palette of yellows and oranges
ready to spring out of the cold
Joined soon by apple and pear blossoms
tulips rise reluctantly from their slumber
emerging pollinators buzz about as April rolls in
buds appear on the lilacs
turn into wands of flowers
Not only flowers but a proliferation of fresh trembling leaves on the aspen
coins of the realm on sturdy stems
Rhododendron magentas
miniature clusters of grape flowers appear with the fancy new chartreuse leaves
buds upon the oak produce clusters of leaves veined as if by rivers
leaves that become the size of your hand
Roses and lavender on the return
cosmos, amaranth, borage
suddenly it is a race as the iris rush to the forefront for the month of spectacular
the flowers of May they dominate the garden whilst hollyhocks send up their majestic spires
they are the trumpets of the garden orchestra
delicate white baby’s breath blooms with abandon
In the corner the chaste is preparing for June
blue wheat is waving its heads
grasses are seeding in pastels
flame headed poppies
fragrant alyssum
lavender fragrant fountains
All this is the introduction to June
the garden fills itself up
wild birds anoint the air with song
hummingbirds flit like giant bees
living green right in the center of the city.
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