By Elizabeth Dills
HCSEG Volunteer
I wouldn’t want to leave the Earth
in Spring, to miss the infancy
of every garden newcomer.
Each flower separates itself
from leaf, sits atop a green plate
and announces
the season is served.
I look out at the budded bonnet
of the camellia
and wait for its full revelation,
days away. Or the lilac,
quietly bottling its fragrance,
preparing for Mother’s Day
or an island parade.
Why the hummingbird
like a thrown dart
prefers its sugared water
to lavender heaven
is a question
that each Spring
goes unanswered.