​Georgia O'Keefe, Yellow Jonquils
Earthy, meringue-like clouds of waxy notes
gleam in the golden rays.
Sleepy, their pendulous heads nod in the sun,
drinking in the recent rain.
Somber, grey clouds scuttle off, leaving the glorious
Vetiver and grasses wafting in their wake.
Narcissus was doomed to love himself beyond all reason,
and alas, so are we.
Enraptured and possessed, we are helpless in its spell.
The fleeting magic of Springtime encapsulated here!