In like a Lion

Golden Trumpets

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

Whips of forsythia
slash yellow in the slicing wind
while the daffodils
hold onto their bonnets
and small birds hide
in the pollen sugared cedars.

Revised 2018

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