After this Vernal Equinox, Remember

Yellow wood violets bloom quietly on the forest floor in March.
Wood Violets in March, near Willamette River Mile 21

Yellow flowers first
as year revolves to spring

crouches ankle-high
on the clifftops.

yield to children
selling them farmside.

gets up a riot
in the outshifts.

From these I learn desire:
the prodigal purples,
the skylarking summer pinks
unclutch their buds.
Their kingdom comes.

Remember this need, though:
first and favorite flowering.
When spring bites sharp, it whispers,
too, in the hue
of the strengthening sun.

Originally published in Cascadia Rising Review, Issue 4.

Read another new springtime poem – with bonus economics reference (?)

Prefer spells? I write those too. Here’s a Spell for Blue Sky on the First Day of Spring.

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