I walked along the main road, heading toward the creek,
not another human in sight. There, staring up at me
from the other side of the guardrail, was a bed of coltsfoot.
And I wasn’t even thinking about them them today.
Good things often happen like that, sliding into your world
when you’re least expecting them, as you no doubt have noticed.
The coltsfoot and the crocuses pop up at almost the same time
as each other every year, with the crocuses just a smidgen ahead.
They’re like hope fulfilled, signs that I’ve lived through the winter
yet again. And I’m glad for that. I have a prayer on file
asking to stay at least until I get to see the sky-blue irises
that I planted last fall. And now that I’ve made it this far,
I want to amend that. I want to see the whole parade.
