By the side of the road
Leggy lilac leans
Ošer the split rail
To greet the meadow marigold
Fiery red azalea flare
Twisting wisteria
Climbs the garden wall
Perfect hearts that bleed
Trembling on their stem
Purple lipstick iris uncurl
Through my open window
Taken root in the dirt
Išm happy with what I got
And now I see
Išve got a lot
Violets nestle in blades of grass
Wild mustard hides
The well-worn path
Spring beauty grows with fiddlehead fern
Sturdy primrose pushes up through
Last years leaves
How can I hold these flowers in my hand
So I donšt forget what is real once again