Waiting for the Show

They're working in my fields today
Inserting orb surprises
And I will have a front row seat
When stunning beauty rises.

The planted fields are quietly
Protecting hidden treasure
That will, in six short months, unfold
To beauty beyond measure.

I will be here to see it all
When green spears first appear
As public notice to the fact
There'll be a show this year.

The weatherman has the last word
On when to raise the curtain.
For these glories of the valley
The exact time is uncertain.

Its for sure they'll bloom in April,
Maybe early, maybe late.
The wisest tourist calls ahead
To ask expected date.

I'll be cheered through out the winter's cold
Just knowing what's to come;
The glorious tulips being timed
By Nature's pendulum.

By: Joyce 10/02/07