Thursday, April 16, 2009

POEM: forsythia

I didn't force any forsythia to bloom
spring beat me to it
now long arching branches
are studded with little yellow trumpets
small but noisy
they remind me that I forgot them
they herald change is inevitable
Time marches on


Chuck Dilmore said...

but understandably so,
and still very connected to Mother Earth!

Kayleigh said...

Thanks! Yes, always connected to her :)

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