Happiness

Is it too late for happiness to bloom?
To blossom off a fledgling, greening shoot
into a bright-hued flower whose perfume
invokes the very sweetness of the fruit

that come late summer quickens from the leaf?
Too late to draw the beetle and the bee
the butterfly whose time is oh, so brief,
that all it knows is what it is to be?

No, not too late, though summer's on the come
and daffodils are bursting through the ground
with tulips - those require a greener thumb,
and irises to look at and astound.

Not late at all, and as the evenings stretch,
try, capture it, and put it in a sketch.