Expecting Green
We have forsythia. I doubt
any sign of spring and warm
days ahead could wax
more distinctive. The blast
of yellow is both defiant
and joyful, a snub
of the nose to winter past
and a gauntlet to summer.
As I drove south to New Haven
yesterday, the roadside trees
went from leafless
to budding green,
predicting over distance
what will happen in time
here in my own yard.
I hope.
Once the leaves burgeon
and the world transforms,
I’ll quickly switch to denial
about the six preceding months of gray,
but we are not there yet.
We teeter.
Will it be a few days?
A week?
Soon, in any case.
For now, I have forsythia.
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