As a flock of Daffodils wrestle with the wind. A Bradford bright and bold stands watch over the garden. Soon rest settles upon the meadow, and the two converse in murmurs soft and low; trying hard not to wake their surrounding neighbors.
As a Scrub Oak disburses its last leaf of Winter in hopes that Spring's Easter bonnet will arrive soon. A Golen-Rod weighted with blooms taunts a Redbud who can only count three.
But he will have the last laugh come Summer, when lover’s spoon under heart shaped leaves.
As a Robin sings to an enormous Maple. Asking for plenty of cover to last the year. Then the first fawn of the season sleeps beneath the branches of a Cedar.