Strange Times

Our weather has turned tropical

Summers are dry, with Eastern wind

Rainy Winters; warm, Western wind

Then, an unforeseen pandemic

Day After The Party

For the party, much was arranged
Then, it came to finality
Best wishes have been exchanged
All went back to normality

More Blossoms

Who would ever expect glory
Of this much yellow magnitude
On a romani broccoli?
I look in humble servitude

Abundance

White magnolia, prunes, cherries
A wealth of blossoms around us
Their previous years' memories
Make this April more glorious