(I am not a nature poet. Never was. But still.)
Abundant bright yellow forsythia
along the road along the path
forsythia in everyone’s childhood yard
and daffodils and we all remember
what spring looked like when we
learned we would wear masks
and live the way we’d never imagined
separate and inside
bottles and bottles of antiseptic hand wash
online shopping deliveries and deliveries
with crisis after crisis after crisis
in this world and every other
and even so, today is April 12
and everywhere we look there’s forsythia
and signs that soon very soon
it will really be spring.
Perfect!
Thank God! And thank you!