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