Forsythias

(Picture Credit - Paul Butters)

Forsythias flower now,

A shock of yellow petals

Matching my Daffodils.

Pure yellow,

Brighter than the sun.

Galaxies of petal-stars

Hanging from spiral arms.

As numerous as a shoal of fish,

Or flock of birds.

Nature stuns us with its numbers.

 

Winter hangs on

With chilling grip.

But blossoms like these hold promise

Of warmer days.

My crocuses were first:

Defiant spears thrusting into the frosty air.

And now the second wave is here:

Flower after flower,

Bird after bird:

Robins and Blue tits,

Blackbirds and Sparrows.

Pesky gnats are out

As everything awakes

From hibernation.

Yes Spring is here,

Showing us once more

The sheer resilience of Life.

 

Paul Butters