A single pink clematis bud unfurls, and she lights from her bower
to wash her wings in the dew of star jasmine
before a repast of sunflower and mint.
Dancing lightly across sweet lilies of valley, tiger and Easter,
she tickles the green ivy with a whisper.
Striped hostas bow low and dark cornflowers salute to honor
their passing queen, but the daisies sing
and giggle with glee.
She smiles and tickles them under their chins.
Midst snow on the mound and bleeding hearts
the honeysuckle vines weave a bridge
at her command.
The peonies are heavy with bud,
richest red and faintest pink.
The fairy queen gives each a kiss,
and they blossom in the early morning mist.
When I rise,
my steps echo this fay road, and
I kneel to greet all she awoke with her kiss.