Dark pink to blush;
Behind fabric so lush;
Half-circle of love blooming down;
Like a cheek to be kissed;
Plump grace must insist;
Twirling joy like a princess’s gown.
But it isn’t quite Spring;
Dates the calendars bring;
We’re still shivering at night when it rains;
This bush likes to surprise;
Beauty lighting our eyes;
Reminding us life gives out peace with the pains.