Mother Nature has arrived, the flower seller

taking up her usual pitch.

She lifts the hem of her big flouncy dress

smiling as her bulbs shallow rooted

have burst out

and we are entranced.  Her mouth opens:

      "These are my beauties, always for hire

       little darlings, hearts' desire."

White flowers, yellow flowers,

family likenesses various, gregarious,

and who could resist them in their comely bonnets

bringing forth sighs and sonnets.

Her face clouds over, words begin to form:

      "Be quick to take these delightful virgins.

       too soon they will resist the airy charms

       and go back to the earth and winter's alarms."