Did You Notice the Swollen Bud
.
No one knows when it appeared.
I noticed it last week—
a small rust colored swelling
at the tip of a thin branch.
Today it wears a crown of snow,
an inch of frozen crystals
arrived overnight,
glorified in its elevated position.
It made me stop.
Stop to admire spring's bud
in the middle of winter
on a frozen day.
The sidewalk was cleared
by the lady and her machine
without disturbing
what lay above.
The sparrows stay close to the feeders
on days like this,
leaving the bud in its dormant state
alone.
Perhaps a gust of wind
will remove its crown
before a warm spell.
But the bud rests
like a wise athlete,
waiting for the right moment
to release
sequestered energy.
Waiting without complaint
or need of assistance
for equinox’s signal
and spring’s arrival.
Giving hope
to those who notice.
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