Spring, Finally
Just when you thought she’d never come…
Just when you thought she’d never come…
Spring, Finally
Just when you thought she’d never come
she explodes through the door
in juicy, impossible green —
green of miniature maple hands,
clasped in neon union;
of asparagus and fiddlehead ferns,
unfurling emerald shoots;
of wild onions, dandelions, chives, ramps,
racy messengers of summer’s swelter;
the raucous obscene new croaker green
of just-hatched peepers hollering for mates —
She is here.
Rain-drenched, euphoric, panting,
she asks with an earthy grin:
Am I late?
Almost.
Never.
Always.
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