I Think of Us

You took me for a little ride
Into the lovely countryside
To see the pink-bud come to swell
And hyacinth bloom in the dell.

And there it was, by flowing spring,
The blushing bud awakening;
And hyacinth all rampant stood
Amid the valley by the flood.

The hyacinth, that upward thrust,
Penetrates the green and bursts
In spurts of Technicolor plume
A climax in orgasmic bloom.

And we, in vernal sympathy,
Are roused to natural harmony.
My sepals parted, petals free,
You plant your seed – it’s ecstasy.

You took me for a little ride
Into the lovely countryside;
And now when pink-bud comes to swell
And hyacinth blooms in the dell,
I think of us.