outlined in hyacinth.

In Spring, its colors shouted out,

"Pick me!" "I'm here!" "See me?"

Its scent brings back the memory

of curtains that were blue,

of the Spring when Mommy sewed them,

of the spread that matched them, too

Mom sowed another thing, as well

with the planting of those bulbs.

She started a love for Jesus

in once fallow, now seasoned ground.