Languorous leafy swathes
whip-thin, drooping in dust
and from such uninspiring clumps
spring straight-die stems
in March. Suspended there
the bluest beads so miniscule
like far-off fattening grapes.
That beauty lost
until a pot of two or three
is placed beneath our jaded eyes.
Plant file: Muscari – aka grape hyacinth
©Laura Bloomsbury ~ 5.4.21