My outdoor garden
is sheltering in place
aware the temps are
holding,
but unclear the reason.
Buds on the lilac,
knotted like fists,
have suspended
activity.
A world on hold, on
hold
but for a stray
forsythia blossom
who arrogantly opens
against all restraints.
While tiny leaves on
shrubs
peek curiously, docilely
waiting, waiting
for the sun’s all
clear
to venture out, seem still
unsure
if this is the last of
the winter cycle
©2020
Muriel Thumm
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