Blooming in my yard today. 
The first two – Winter Daphne and Winter Honeysuckle –
fill the air with Spring-like fragrance.

Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,


with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness 
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?

– excerpt from Peonies, Mary Oliver (a favorite poet of mine)