Spring’s Rush
Posted on March 26, 2025, by Martha Alderson CoL

In spring’s rush
buds push
like impatient children,
in a tearing hurry,
desperate it seems
to grow into lushness.
And I, like a doting parent,
beg them to linger
in their adorable childhood;
small and barely green,
their incipient color,
plump with potential.
Though the promise of fullness
is, in its way,
a joy beyond measure,
there is this reluctance
for the inevitability of maturity.
Oh, do grow and blossom;
acknowledge your lovely part
in the circle of life – and death.
But not yet … not yet.