“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
Photo: David et Magali
Forsythia x intermedia
Winter disappeared today
gone in a splash of yellow,
branches arching up and over,
skimming the still partially frozen ground.
One day brown branches wait in anticipation,
then with a swift surprise
vibrant yellow bells appear
heralding warmth and hope
born in the soft soothing colors of spring.
Its golden friendliness is apparent to all
even in its wildness
when later cheery yellow blossoms
turn to summer green.
Asking so little of us
yet giving so much,
its soft message perhaps is not
look at me in all my splendor
but be like me with all my hope.
© Barbara Flass 2012