Listen to the flowers!

Their language is colour, and shade,
scent, and delicacy,
texture, complexity –
what do they say?
with eyes to see, and mind to think,
you’ll hear! – They speak display
for praise of their beauty:
design so sublime,
exquisite; 
and the daffodils trumpet their joy in the way
the days are now lengthening, warming for spring,
the snowdrops glow pleasure their flow will begin
the growth after winter’s cold frozen days;
and bluebells convey their soft, cosy haze.
Celandines sparkling and shouting delight,
and primrose smiles’ gentle sight;
then choir of summer sing volumes – 
oh, what a show
and autumn’s chrysanthemums’ belated glow
before the return of the cold and the ice–
will this suffice
to brighten our days
and hear language clear
of beauty unnecessary –
treasure
just to give pleasure
for viewer,
and Giver, Creator.

[IP: The language of flowers]