Petals dizzy
Curled,
Whirled,
Flowers budded,
Tightly furled.

Petals soft as silk,
Aromas sing,
Memories of bees —
Brought to my knees,
Longing for spring.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This is dedicated to florists and flowers growers everywhere, who give those of us in snow clogged Northern states the illusion of spring for a few moments of zing. I’m not going to be on-line much for about a week. I’ll be out of town at a children’s writer’s conference. 🙂 Have a great week!