The Sudden Spring

Was it only me

suddenly standing here

in the tall new grass

who somehow missed the spring?

Already trees have leafed out…

green everywhere

flowers pushing the edges of paths

blossoms shedding their fragrant snow…

How was it that I never saw

the sudden burgeoning

when the days were so grey

and the rain so relentless?

Next year

I’ll watch more carefully.

By Joy Trail