She loves to be pettedThis dark-eyed beautyComes to the gateAt the sound of children's voicesComes livelyComes softlyComes sweetlyComes Lily.

Jonquils bloom with the daffodilsOn the grassy brow of the greening hillsSweet the scent on the springtide breezeBright with sun 'neath the redbud trees.Like pale yellow taffeta bride's maids' dressesOn a wedding day I softly remember Makes me smile at the reminiscesThose soft creamy buttery blooming kissesWhen the jonquils appear so suddenly,Like that newfound love that shot... Continue Reading →

Iris fronds like swords of greenBuds of purple in betweenEarth and sky so blueSpring open; show us something new.