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