BlossomingOn my route home, there is a burst of colour.
There is the passionate crismon of the robin's neck, and the flamboyant amber of the clouds.
But the most breathtaking is the gold.
Gold, for the honeywater scent in the morning air,
To the blossoms. Blossoms early like the Forsythia and the Narcissus.
Blossoms as dandelion, buttercup, and daffodil dot the lawns. Even to the later spring Tulip, the blossoms are regal.
If only i were the size of the robin,
Daffodils would become golden chalices on star-shaped coasters;
A tulip would become a crown.