Lines on seeing the first buds of a Climbing Hydrangea

Yet some trees are fully blooming

These green buds are justly moving

With a spearheaded beginning.

My eyes are soothed and start their grinning.

 

Crocuses and daffodils

Are piercing through the sun kissed hills.

While sunshine on my window sills

Warms my face, my heart is filled.

 

As I enjoy these throes of Spring

These leaves appear like golden wings,

All fuzzy with anticipation,

While I buzz in supplication.

 

I have drunk all April showers

And have felt my rooted hours,

Let me open like these flowers

Unafraid of all my powers.