Spring is Near
You can tell when spring is near:
A lemon drop unfolds on the forsythia,
Just one on a barren branch,
Then another, and another.
The nascent necks of crocuses and daffodils,
And chives and garlic,
Breach the soil and stretch
Into the frosty air.
A gazillion grassy weeds,
Rooted in the devil’s clutch,
Flow across the loam like lava.
And tender red-hued leaves of velvet
Slip, unnoticed, onto the rose bush stems
To presage the petals and perfume
Paradise and Picasso and Peace.