Flower Time
I saw you first in jonquil time,
When you were bathed in grace.
You sat aglow with fire sublime,
And golden shone your face.
I loved you first in lilac time.
A bloom I plucked for you.
I wrote you verse with song and rhyme.
I hoped you loved me too.
I kissed you first in tulip time,
It must have been a sign.
The buds and we were in our prime
When your two lips met mine.
I married you in daisy time
On summer’s longest day.
We traded rings and heard bells chime.
We pledged always to stay.
Too soon we’ve come to aster time.
The days are shorter now.
Would stealing some be such a crime?
We’ll make it right somehow.
Should we endure ’til wintertime,
The time when flowers sleep,
Dreams we’ll share of a gentler clime
Where we no more shall weep.
NOTES: Today is Valentine’s Day, and it’s unseasonably warm here in the Pacific Northwest. It won’t be long before the jonquils and crocuses start poking their heads up through the mulch.
And it won’t be much longer than that before my favorite — the lilacs — grace us with their fragrance and beauty.
It’s a good day for a modest little love poem.
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