Shiny wet shoots
ochre colored grass is being overtaken by shiny wet shoots there is a fuzzy haze the color of scallions floating above the barren winter branches A thousand spring buds make the treetops glow Soon this busy parkway view will be filled in by leaves I won’t notice it happening But each day a waxy new leaf will unfurl Until one day I’ll bring my breakfast to the porch and see The lush green curtain that sprang up overnight Rain soaked and temperamental Spring is finally here