you will never know
how perfectly blossoms bloom
after a cold spring

you will never know
how perfectly blossoms bloom
after a cold spring
the tulips have bloomed
as bright as a sunny day
ending spring’s late start
at last, spring has sprung
which means it’s creek-dipping time
for my fluffy pup
a new moon rising
bringing blossoms to springtime
blooms: the cat's meow
sometimes numbers lie
(yet, if you want to trade spots...
you might understand)
a birthday ski day
followed by badminton, cake
and these perfect blooms
queen of Saturday
loves to watch us do yard work
from her bed blue throne
with my snout, i beg
hoping for one m&m
and aren’t i worth it?
my sunflower girl,
her modernist self-portrait
so true to her soul
snow showers plague spring
with their heartless reminder
of cold’s endless reach