Primaveral Party

Primaveral Party

Some guests have begun to arrive

for this shindig called Spring.

The daffodils sent out the invitations,

but they never hang around

until the party is in full swing,

like a note sent in the mail

but cast off once the dated is noted.

Forsythia and Yoshinos arrived early

in their cheerful yellow and pink,

but shortly changed into garb of verdant green.

The redbuds came next,

appareled in eye-popping purple,

along with dogwoods in legendary blossoms 

dappled in blood and cross.

We are anxiously awaiting

the azaleas in wedding-gown white,

followed by the lilacs doused in heavy perfume,

like a man wearing too much cologne.

(You appreciate the effort

but have to keep your distance).

The last to arrive will be the little fringe tree,

shimmying when the wind stirs her up.

Then the guest list will be complete

for this primaveral party called Spring.  

Today's prompt:  Write a poem about a specific place.  I chose my front yard.