As I may have mentioned, I have a series of blooming trees and bushes in the yard. One of them finishes blooming and the other bursts forth. Currently, it is the turn of the Mock Orange bushes. The scent of orange drifts on the air as they flower and when the petals fall, it looks like early snow. The Mock Oranges are just about done, but my Japanese Lilac is next. It will be so boring around here once all the blooms have gone. Now, f only the rain would stop and the sun would come out, summer would be in full swing.
Branches adorned with big cream blooms,
smell of fresh orange wafts on wind.
Lawn anointed with pink mushrooms
follows grey rain skies with no end.
Green grass steeps land in soggy squish,
muddy prints in black earth blunder.
Ivory petals flit and swish,
coating ground in white snow wonder.