Almost spring

(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.