the tulips are up
yellow, flame, and pale cantaloupe.
purple iris gently sway on swan necks.
and daffodils are already on
the last of their yellow smiles
all on the porch.....
the downtown cityscape
in the distance
beyond the railing.

in the midst of delight
poignancy catches me,
the transience of
the backyard bouquet,
the why of it all
on the tip of my mind,
gossamer laced instant
so swift.