As I cross the grass,
I almost walk right past
the first glinting celandine.
It’s like a tiny wink,
prompting me to think –
flowers are stepping stones through time.
If I didn’t know the month,
I could learn it by each bunch
now that Spring has started to make waves.
What a better way to measure,
clocking time by new-found treasure
at a gentle, bloom-inspired pace.