Shine On
The maples blushed attempting to outshine
the flamboyant forsythias.
Willows wept strands of puce pollen.
The air lay damp, ponderous, pregnant
with the promise of peonies.
The mulched ground was pierce with spears of hyacinths;
crowned with dancing daffodils
and fragrant hyacinth.
The sweet ripe smell of manure meandered
through the freshly turned soil;
steaming in the morning mist.
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