My true first sign of Spring every year delicate and light
reaching out for the sun so bright
marking the start of everything new
at first they are just a few
then slowly more and more of the purple flowers
fill my days with beautiful hours
drinking them in like pressed new wine
delighting the senses both yours and mine
like the lightest grapes they smell
growing where snow just recently fell
the first to appear after winter’s long sleep
an appointment with Spring they must keep
Only a short time the purple to share
every year they greet me just there
Enjoy them while I may
though they be beautiful they cannot stay
Deborah Horton Writing 