Between the stands of white and purple phlox
that dance along the roadsides, wild carrot blooms,
Queen Anne’s predecessor, lace for Lady May.
It’s the least the earth could do, this touch of grace,
to thank her for all the lovely gifts she tucked
in fields and woods and gardens during her splendid stay.
Such jewels! Such abundant treasure! All to reassure us
that, after the cold bleak winter, life returns,
magnificent, and singing joy.