All the flags of the world ruffle and flutter,
moving to the anthems of early Spring;
beauty and blush, lavender and bronze,
sapphire, gold and purple velvet.
Royalty never wore their riches so well,
for these ladies are completely unadorned,
no trumpets sound, none bow and scrape.
We are blessed to catch sight
of their glory once each year,
banishing all memories of tulips.
but to woo the sweet bees, large and small,
those supremely necessary friends.
and breath loveliness into the world around.