Saturday, May 2, 2009

Forsythia Glow

Winter-scarred but pollen-dusted, he marches into forsythia light. Petals caress his shoulders like quivering fingertips.

At least that's how I see it, thanks to my neighbor's lush front yard bushes. They were aglow on Thursday.

For a bit more forsythia gold, visit my flash fiction piece on Wigleaf:

"One-Handed Prayer"

And here's a final yellow note from Theodore Roethke, poet extraordinaire:

Deep in their roots,
All flowers keep the light.

-- Theodore Roethke

The Roethke quote is from page 319, The Harper Book of Quotations, edited by Robert I. Fitzhenry, HarperPerennial, 1993. The photo was taken 4/30/09, in my neighbor's yard.


Deborah Batterman said...

A formidable dude, indeed. He would work wonders with weeds. (That alliteration just rolled out.) I imagine he would have an interesting conversation, too, with your nearsighted man. Forsythia have a certain magic, don't they?

Christine said...

Magic, indeed! Now, almost overnight, the forsythias are done blooming. Everything else is unfurling. This rain ought to really bring out the chartreuse!