Vivien's Springtime (for a Norwegian friend and poet) - Dec. 2, 2020

it poured Tuesday

rinsing snow off the grass

Thursday the flattened blades

were teased upright and

tickled green by the sun

Saturday Viv’s eyes grew bolder

and cuffed some tree buds into swelling

her dormant heart now awakened

turns to liberate one tulip at a time

winter’s on the run and she’s joined the pursuit

chased it through a brown brittle field

up to its cloud-covered lair

splitting a V of lumbering geese

pushed it over the fjord’s ice and out to sea

when she turns to go home

something else comes into sight

the first poem of spring

moving along the tree line

directly for her