The garden, brown for so long,
Beams bright green
Anticipating colors’ love song;
Welcoming such a tardy spring.

Forsythia’s yellow pokes through
With Rhododenbrun’s red
Hesitant along with others — the few
Who brave icy cold’s dread.

Jonquils and Croci, first upon the scene,
Were nipped in the bud,
But spring being what it has been —
Colors in the garden soon will flood,

Complimenting varietal fish in the clear pond
And trees — flowering deciduous and evergreen
Connecting all in a beautiful bond —
A testimony to the persistence of spring.