April 21, 2015

I want to remember

this spring

when the early things

came late,

and the late things

came early.

When bluebells

spring beauties

and forsythia

bumped up against

plum, pear, and

cherry blossoms.

Azaleas, dogwood, and

redbud bursting–

In a rush.

Familiar rhythms

in cut time.

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. barbarasut
    Apr 21, 2015 @ 23:50:00

    Love the poem, love the idea of the poem. You’ve captured the craziness of our winter/spring transition perfectly! Thank you!


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