Oh, riotous spring,
that creeps in on tender feet,
you take my breathe away
with the slow reveal of your uncoiling flora,
often half hazard, yet pristine neat.
Quaint clumps of crocus,
caressed by warm and gentle sun,
how has your solitary brother sprung
far flung, to bloom amidst the grass?Replanted by garden fairy in fun.
Dormant so long,
daffodils burst forth in unison,
slowly craning their sturdy green necks,
and twisting their pretty faces,
to track the moving sun.
Undaunted by cold,
forsythia and pussy willow vie,
to be the earliest harbingers of spring,
while pretty magnolia, far less bold,
brownly droop in disdain of chilly air, and die.
Twittering, flitting birds,
commence their frantic test,
coaxing bits of rubbish and willowy branch,
which stubbornly refuse proper beak placement,
to form their bowery nest.
Oh, glorious spring,
branches slowly cloak themselves in radiant hue,
dusty insects brush moldering dirt from shiny wing,
heady aromas assail and imbue,
Earth, at last, has bent itself to renew.
INSTANT NOODLES 