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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