L'aura del Campo

Pink portulaca

Pink portulaca

Red geraniums are getting old;
the green onions wilt.
The bird-of-paradise may never bloom;
Yet, spring has sprung outside the window.

Today one pink portulaca
brightens up the view.
If I were a flower in your garden
I would blossom as well.

Unless I were a jade tree,
jealous of the others,
only blooming after decades,
long past our prime.

I stop to smell blue iris,
admire blue columbine,
then pluck two dandelions
to brighten up the hall.

Spring has sprung outside the window
and here I sit aware
that this spring may be my last
and these words never read.

But here inside my windows,
pink portulaca blooms
and nasturtiums strut their finery
as April yields to May.

© Kåre Enga (30.april.2025) [182.44]

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April theme #3: home/garden for "Merit Badge Magic"