Burgeoning May

Burgeoning May

First Crocus close-up©2018 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

Winter’s ragged blanket withdraws

Washed away by April’s tears.

Crocuses open their purple petals

To a smiling, unbroken, blue sky.

Breezes gently nudge the trumpet daffodills

While drowsy bees awaken.

Squirrels and chipmunks stretch and yawn,

Aroused in budding branches 

By the joyful serenades of robins 

And red-winged blackbirds 

Responding to the warm coaxing 

Of a burgeoning May.

 

My Last Pansy

Last pansy

My Last Pansy
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

Jack Frost stopped by last night
Wielding his wintry wand,
Touching all the flowers
Of which I had grown fond.
The bright dahlias fainted,
The dainty asters swooned,
Sunflowers bent their heads
While the east wind crooned.
Yet one purple pansy
Remained steadfast, alert,
Tucked in the rock garden
In its warm bed of dirt.
Did Jack Frost miss it?
Was he just being kind –
Leaving a memento
Of sweet summer behind?

Glad July

glad bouquet #2

Glad July
©2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

glsdiolas from our garden 2017

Jaunty plumes of glad July
Beckon to bees passing by-
“Hello! Hello! Come and see

What garden pleasures there may be.”
Crickets chirp an invitation –
“There is nectar here for your libation.
Colours there are to entice your eye,
Brilliant hues and perfumes to try.
Come once, come twice. Pause for a sip.
It’s worth your time to make the trip.”
Pansies curtsy as breezes play
And rare is the bee that stays away.