Yesterday, I walked home after seeing my doctor. The weather was glorious, and I had just received the best news in my world—after nearly seven months of torture, I could go back to my regular diet! I needed to let some of the happiness dissipate into the streets of New York City before getting home, or my apartment would explode with bliss. Bliss bombs are lethal, I’m sure.
Spring is bright in New York. If you know what streets to walk, you’ll always find flowers and birds’ song painting the season in someone’s yard. I saw robins and crocuses, mourning doves and narcissuses, gangs of blue jays battling over birdfeeders… and when I was almost home, I noticed a tiny plot of frog-cups or Fritillaria meleagris. I love these flowers. And in all the decades I’ve lived in New York, I had never seen one. I accepted the Universe’s gift (the landscaper’s?) and went home grinning and giggling like a proper lunatic.
So… my beloved Toads, what does this mean for our 29th day of Poems in April? It’s perfectly clear: we will write a new poem that will include a flower named after an animal or a bird named after a flower. It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?
Choose your format, but please keep the poem short. I want to read each entry (I’m selfish that way), but accomplishing that gets difficult when the pieces are lengthy.
Frog-Cups (shot rather poorly with my phone)