Spring into summer

Written some years ago in Vancouver

Mists, grey as monsoon clouds,

Shroud the still snow covered caps

Of mountains in the distance

The park is as green as a henna bush

Displaying a myriad verdant shades

While tulips and rhododendrons run rampant

On its edges

Dancing in sunshine yellow, lipstick red

And muted hues of purple, pink, papaya orange.

I wonder why in all this splendid array

Of a western spring and early summer

My imagery still wanders back

All the way,

From Canada to India.