Azaleas
One morning they arrive
You walk outside and a blaze of pink
That wasn’t there yesterday
Suddenly is
The sun seems warmer on your face
The birds your personal chorus
The front porch the only conceivable place
To eat breakfast
One morning they arrive
You walk outside and a blaze of pink
That wasn’t there yesterday
Suddenly is
The sun seems warmer on your face
The birds your personal chorus
The front porch the only conceivable place
To eat breakfast