Spring, Finally
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 —
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.