10.15.2011

bulb show

surrounded by daffodils,
pussy willow fills the space
between, unwitting comrade
of death, aubade to green grace.

catkins, harbingers of spring,
oddly ring amongst forced blooms
whose garish gleams scream, "pick me!"
willows need not please so soon.

this juxtaposed foliage
now wilted, dredged for next year's
compost pile; willow wisps, dried,
will hide what gathers dust here.