Yellow forsythia fortells spring’s secrets
in its canary branches reaching out through green
Winter armaments seal in their promise.
Birds take quick flight-then bristle and furrow
in their web of hope, while spots of florescence peek through
finding the gradient of light pleasing.
Furtive chirping from high branches avove
echo the dep hollow from ground nesters.
Crow complains from a rooftop
while wilted winter pansies drop
their black blotchy cheeks
from inside yellow bowls.
Woodpeckers deep drilling
sound like my cold bones-hollow
creaking, stiff in the frigid damp air.
I taste a tinge of mossy dirt while
treading on padded grasses.
Thrump of heartbeat-
as my shadow sways forward and back
like the new grass fronds reaching
up toward sunlight.