Snowdrops, crowds of them, all in white
Huddled, murmuring on street corners, behind trees
Stirring up unrest
Then hordes of daffodils crested the hills
Yellow ranks advancing toward the peaceful farmhouses
Trumpets blaring victory
We were overcome, until the bluebells
Snuck upon us in the night, and suddenly
The world was blue with their decorated uniforms
Our former conquerors withered and forgotten
We bowed allegiance to this new blue army
Vowed to think no more of pinks, reds, or oranges
So accustomed to fields, hills, roadsides of blue upon blue upon blue
We never thought to look up, above our nodding bluebelled heads
Where rhododendron bombs of purple, white, and red exploded in midair
Signaling a new regime.
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