That First Yellow Morning

My eyes
accustomed to muted
winter forgot
until that first yellow morning
when the forsythia in full bloom
catches all the sun to hold in
blinding reminder
makes my heart beat faster
with the blood of a new spring.

I curse these forsythias at all other times of the year because everywhere a branch tip touches the soil a new forsythia puts down roots. I have them everywhere. I admit I have been removing them for the past few weeks, until the buds appeared and I left this one row for one last bloom.

I am replanting them elsewhere in the yard and giving them away to whoever wants them.

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