I picked out a few bulbs,
Carefully selecting each
from the showroom floor,
because they stem from the narcissus clan.
Looking longingly at the bright green sprouts,
Standing tall at attention –
‘Look at me
look at me’
How fitting, that they are my favorite,
(These round orbs in my hands,
I massage and whisper sweet things)
Soon to be
& traffic-cone orange
i love them all,
The signal that spring has finally arrived.