Buds of purple
Are on the lilac trees.
A matter of days
And they should show their faces
To the world.
The walnuts...
They're always the last to appear.
You'll know the warm weather,
The heat of spring,
Is here when they finally bud.
But I'm still waiting
For the john quills and black caps
To join the flora.
In the meantime,
The random forget-me-nots
Will suffice.
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