Patience, Patience
Like harpers’ hands,
strands of blizzard
keep blowing against
these long, metal tubes.
Wind chimes make
unrepeatable and
persistent music
in the icy cold.
Wind-driven sleet
covers the grass
and glazes the streets
this April morning.
Still, daffodils struggle
upwards, yellow-green;
Siberian scilla
open like rainbows;
and soon (whatever
the weather) bold
forsythia will perch,
gold-finch-like, on cold branches.
Leslie Schultz
Forsythia in Snow (Northfield, MN May 2013)
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Oh I love that last line and last photo! I never thought of forsythia as perching gold-finch-like – that’s perfect. Our forsythia is barely hinting of its inner gold-finchness. Come on Spring!