Hyacinth is down!
That deep blue-purple crown
has fallen in the grass.
You honeybees that pass,
zigzagging through the air,
pause for a moment here,
and draw a golden ring
of sweet remembering,
before you fly away
to flowers of today,
and sip your nectar up
from the tulip's blazing cup;
and only the round, blue sky
sees where the fallen lie.
Copyright 2010-2012 Paul Petrie