Lamprocapnos spectabilis

The slender green vine sprouting

tiny hearts, arranged like sweet

spring notes upon a wild score--

The vernal rain with misty fingers

plays the cascading pink and white

chords

with all the grace of a devoted

amateur, giving life with clumsy

passion to a beloved composition.

But the mist must cede to hotter days,

and bleeding hearts shall wither,

fade from pink to brown and drip

From their roost. Summer has no time

for such sentimental songs--

But those melodies remain

entwined in giddy memories,

and misty fingers shall find

Their way to those slender vines,

the prodigal spring shall pluck again

at the delicate bleeding hearts.

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