The Noisiest Spring

Past the blooming calla lilies

The struggling petunias of the garden 

Beyond iris flowered and gone

Fleabane on stone

Bergenia along still-dry moss.

Madness

Of red rhododendron in the woods.

Air-polished,

The distant snows shine.

The river water, as we are told,

Is clear,

Drinkable

A leopard, or was that two?

Wait for the lights to change.

A foursome of deer move

From the rough to the green.

A civet cat not seen

Sets out to examine the marketplace.

 We watch from our windows,

The noisiest spring of the century goes by.

© Raaja Bhasin 2020