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.
