garden-variety

I picked out a few bulbs,

Carefully selecting each

from the showroom floor,

The perennials,

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

Bright white,

fluted yellow,

& traffic-cone orange

i love them all,

Flowering firsts

The signal that spring has finally arrived.