I cannot love azaleas.
They burst out in beauty
Brilliant hues of red
Knowing full well they have no plans to stay.
How deceitfully alluring of them
To show forth so suddenly and then withdraw that way.
They come purple.
All bold and shocking
Bringing a squinting smile to my eyes
And an audible “awe” to my lips
Just springing up all over
In clusters, and bunches, and patches
Then gone without so much as a note.
To lure my adoration.
To appear even over my head in a tree,
Just like that fickle Dogwood
With its fleeting flashes of loveliness
Mockingly singing, “I’m here for you. See me announcing the Spring?”