Spring Three Times Sprung

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Spring this year

Has come much

Like every other

Except this time

As I’ve newly joined

The ranks of the

Unemployed

Unrushed I’ve been able

To savor its blessings

On three separate

Occasions

First in Denver

With my brother

At the very edge

Of the Great Plains

Where we biked along the Platte

I saw the Aspin bark quiver

A quickening of the spirit

At the mere thought

Of sap beginning to rise

And then walking

With Marissa on Easter Sunday

We beheld the rapture of

The Viburnum wood

Coming again to the Hi-Line

With thick pink clusters that ran

The full length of each tree’s spine

Extending to its outermost limbs

The very living and

Visual proof of the

Virulence of life

And now this evening

On a slow sunset ramble

I’ve traced spring’s lineaments

Along Fourth Neck where

Forsythia and cherry blossoms

Adorn every other front yard

To the early evening bird belongs

This most wonderful of scenes

As the stalks of asparagus

Make their first upthrust and glimmering

And the Star Magnolia blossoms are

Splayed across my neighbor’s front lawn

With Summer may come

Long dry spells and assorted

Other disorders but

So far this is shaping up

To be one hell of a great

Growing season

April has but barely begun

And already this Spring

Three times has sprung

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This is a picture Marissa took with her iPhone while we were walking on the Hi-Line. I think it's a viburnum tree, or so I refer to it in the third stanza.