First, the forsythia

Out of the brown lawns
they are the first throats
to burst into open-mouthed yes,
shouting yellow all along the branches
warmed in March sun,
While bare sticks of osier dogwood
hang back, scratch
red streaks of promise
on the rainy sky -
it will be May
before they offer up
an evenhanded praise.

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