Pink Hyacinths

Pink hyacinths scent the room
 bulbs planted indoors at Thanksgiving
find their way to the surface.

They rise lanky and tall green shoots
 followed by clusters, deep green tinged rosy pink
opening with warmth of sun glow thru the window.

The sun fades behind gray snow filled clouds
 but the hyacinths bloom anyway
tall and stretching up to the light.

In between fading poinsettia leaves
 bold red and white florets
set a background of colorful display.

The scent rises embracing the room
 and a whiff of spring aroma hangs in the air
perfuming a fragrance sweet and enticing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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De Beaulieu Avatar
February 8, 2018 at 2:25 PM
DM Babbit hello,I can can just smell thes beautiful flowers. Have a nice day my friend. I also like the poinsettia.
Allison Avatar
February 6, 2018 at 12:41 PM
OH DM I adore the sweet scent of hyacinths and they always make me appreciate the change of seasons and the rejuvenation that spring brings. Your poem is so vividly descriptive I can almost smell them!:-) hugs jan xx
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