In Like a Lion

Golden Trumpets

In Like a Lion

It seems that the rotation of the earth
speeds up and
gravity is loosened just a bit
as the gusts pull
at everything standing.

The creaks and moans
of the buffeted trees
carry across the ridge
with flying leaves
from swaying blackjack oaks.

Whips of forsythia
slice yellow over their heads
while the daffodils
hold onto their bonnets
and small birds hide
in the pollen sugared cedars.

3 thoughts on “In Like a Lion

  1. LOVE this description of the daffodils in their bonnets, and the gusty wind………forsythia is my favorite harbinger of spring. I always used to have it in my yard – when I had a yard of my own.

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