The forsythia is not as full of blooms as this one because it has tried to bloom out since December..
Chartreuse tassels hang quiet, still Birds joyfully sing love's song Roosters' melodies fill the hollow Each greet spring gone so long Charcoal clouds ruffled across blue Cobalt could bring a shower Wash golden forsythia's blooms Loaded with blossom power The still air loaded with pollen Each plant seeking a mate Some falling upon car and barn Missed wind's transport to date An egg yolk sun peeks through cobalt Will it shine the whole day Is there rain in those early clouds Let joy exude come what may
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