Thursday, April 11, 2013

A Riot of Yellow (or, Ode to Forsythia)

Misty April morn

Foggy brain and

Condensation conversation.

Pull out, south, the winding way.

Voices tumble out of the radio,

"Threats of war, fires, stabbings"

Approach road, left blinker

. . . And they come into view.

A kickline of yellow dancers waving

shoulder to shoulder all along

The Meadow Brook

A riot of yellow, shouting its "hello!

Good morning! Don't worry! Be happy!"

This unbroken yellow explosion follows

Determined travelers on

Their left and on their right.

Bursting into song, and song,

This misty April morn.