Spring Poem by Antony Glaser

The tight fibre of spring
budding out of its buried shell like finery
coming on as battle fatigue camouflage
redirecting us from the throttle of Winter
Liquid green like tomato feed
The Angiosperm of the root structure
teases us all

This vast uniformity of hope
flawless cherried blossoms
forging a challenge by the promenade
creaves to us all
daffodils and tulips together,
resplendent in their perfume
How I love Hollyhocks