i sit and watch the flowers open - coaxed
as if by day.
and witness each, as hours pass, make boast
before the sun.
no longer hidden midst the blades of green
but on display,
demanding - as if - every shade be seen!
 - ignoring none

i sit enrapt by their display and wonder
at the sight,
the scattering of rare bouquet,  and shun
my daily chores
for moments - maybe hours more - surrendered
in delight!
appreciation fully known! - pretended
just before.