After taking this picture John said, "They look like a bunch of craps. Fucking lilys"
My thoughts were somewhat different.
Signs of spring are coming seemingly early. I keep thinking of the first stanza of
The Wasteland, "April is the cruellest month, breeding/lilacs out of the dead land,mixing/Memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with the spring rain.Winter kept us warm, covering/Earth in forgetful snow, feeding/A little life with dried tubers..."
Walking home from work I came upon the most delicate white flowers, their tiny clean heads hung down, ashamed at their early bloom. But I am grateful for the return of spring, it makes poetry much easier.