At birth displaying gentle tangerine
With inner bell of warmest apricot pink
Upward majestically it toiled
Striving towards the weak light of first Spring
Much bolder then the shades became
Blood red tendrils interspersed
With splashes of coral and ruby red

Then all too soon the glory starts to fade
Yet still a nuanced cadence is perceived;
The withering petals glow defiant crimson
As though they’re holding back a loss of blood
And clinging to last vestiges of life
This sweet enchantment warms my heart
Dispelling gloom, enlivening March’s chill
Sweet memories of this colourful profusion
Locked deep within my soul’s eternity