Forget the Scottish botanist.

Humor me.

Is not this name

the name

of a forgotten muse?

Note her veracity:

Spring has come.

Note her tenacity,

her yellow saturation,

and to move out from Asia

and populate the world—

A Dionysian consort

if there ever was one.

Just a twig is all it takes,

stuck back into the ground,

and she’s back.

Our, now global, resilient

trumpeting herald

of Spring.

Perhaps a Bumper Crop

The apple blossoms are coming on strong.

Last year was an off year,

so we can anticipate

spending much of our free time

come August

throwing hundreds

upon hundreds

of drops over the fence

out back for the deer

to feast upon each dusk.

It’s going to be a bumper crop.