Spring

Frigid all winter she starts with heavy breathing,
finishes with a day drenched in moisture—
orange tulips, pink dogwoods, purple lilacs, burst
open in the rush. Nature shudders, then spasms,
as she drips daisies and forsythia on the lawn;
every moan produces more daffodils,
and her hot breath makes them sway in the iridescent light.