Fighting Flowers

The changing of summer flora guards Crying April showers, tears usher in The softening of wintered earth, once hard Now loosened up as the Earth sheds its skin The floral fists of flowers do begin to jab and cross through intractable mud collective conviction of vernal kin inundates the Southern meadows, a flood A triumph to see, the seasonal bud First flowering in May, the bees delight Filling their honeycombs with golden blood Their busy bodies’ mysterious flight From the palette of God, landscape painted by fighting flowers, jabbed, crossed and feinted