Am I your seasonal lover? Calling
me only when the flowers bloom, when the
days are longer.
Am I just a wild thing?
Soiled and troublesome, just want me for fun
until the Poppies sing you to sleep.
I not good enough for display? Like those
bouquets you give your mama each day.
I get them too?
It's not fair how meadows
bend over for you like Apollo in
While I wait like Persephone
for Spring, ready to shoot up and attend
Can I be your favorite tree?
Even momentarily, please. I know
this won't last. I know Winter will come.