You should sing the blues,
but your music’s too sweet,
and far too long awaited.
Ah, your beauty’s a treat.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This song is one of my favorites. My poem is a little love song to spring. I wrote to scilla last year, too, nearly to the day. I saw my first wild butterfly of the year today, as I sat outside soaking up the sunshine. A white cabbage butterfly winged past me and vanished. I’ve written about them before, too.