Once the Forsythia
Once the forsythia
comes shouting out,
through its chorus of little trumpets
the rest of spring barrels in quickly
with leaves and blooms in tow.
No wonder these cadmium heralds
are so welcome, clamoring noisily
against the bare sticks and branches,
crashing loudly against the blue sky,
making a Swedish flag of the world.
Next in the parade will proceed
warm days, unfolding growth,
and flourishing joy.
by Polly Castor