You, most persistent of weeds,
first bloom of spring,
clump of heavy green foliage
and tiny pink horned blooms.
You are the favorite
of children’s first bouquet,
their tiny fists filled with your
pungent aroma, fresh sodded scent.
You are the bane of my garden
and lawn. You arrive when spring
rains so steadily, and thrive
in the cool April air.
You are everlasting and everlasting.
Out living all others, to return
from tiny seeds,sown in the damp
cool earth, to return next year,
henbit again and again and again.