Pandemic Poetry–2021 Edition, #18

I love the progression of flowers through spring and summer, especially the bulbs. I look forward to each one as it makes an appearance.

Daffodil pokes
Its yellow head
Into the air
Is it safe yet?
Snowdrop nods.
Yes. Come out!
The weather’s fine.

Gladiolus grumbles
And pulls the mulch
Up to its neck.
I’ll sleep in.

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