Was in the yard, starting to rake.
I stopped and did a double take.
Looking at the ground, I did see,
the tips of bulbs, peeking at me.
These are bulbs, planted in the Fall
and were not expected, not at all.
I expect blooms, in April or May,
certainly not on this blustery day.
Golden skin rippling
like the waters of the Nile.
Snowy, white teeth, reflecting
threads of light from your smile.
Milk chocolate eyes, blinding,
those who dare to pause.
Lilting laughter, falling
gently about my ears
for no reason. Just because