Some will tell you crocuses are heralds true of
Others say that tulips showing buds are just the thing
Point to peonies, say when magnolia blossoms show
I look forward to the sight of other flowers though
Cultivate your roses, grow your orchids in the
Plant your posies row on row and stink up the whole park
The flower that's my favorite kind is found throughout the land A wilting, yellow dandelion, clutched in a grubby hand.
March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin, She ushers gentle springtime in.