Triple Crown of Spring
Withering daffodils are unnoticed--
my attention shifting mid-spring
to what’s new, more colorful.
I try not to see the dandelions,
glaring like headlights of oncoming traffic
whose presence will not be denied,
until beloved hyacinths
rescue the moment with spires of splendor,
rising as nature’s signets,
releasing what nostrils crave,
introducing the triple crown of spring--
hyacinth, lilac and viburnum.
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