BLOSSOM — May 2021


By Buffy Calvert 


As flowers go, I’m plain

Paint box yellow all over

Four petals flaring down from a single stamen

The same yellow as that fancy daffodil

All trumpet and frills

And the goldfinch that flirts by

dipping his black tam and chevroned wings.


I tremble as an iridescent hornet

enters, clings, drinks, flies away

to my twin sister


We Forsythia girls cluster thickly

on every swaying branch.

Alone I’m plain

But together we must be amazing.


Everyone who passes