O Spring, what a beautiful notification!
The forsythia bush is blooming!
Not a spot is wasted, Every twig
On every branch has been dipped
In a jar of bright butter yellow.
Our forsythia is of the variety
Called “Fountain of Gold”. What
An appropriate name! A fountain
Of golden flowers overflowing in
Every yard on every street.
Traffic would slow and people
Would goggle and stare, A burst of
Beauty when all the trees are bare
And the grass is struggling to turn
Green. The wind still blows from
The north, off the Lake and cold
If it weren’t for the golden explosion
Of forsythia bushes, how would we
Be able to see that spring has truly