I Wanted to Show You

the way 

dandelions

fang their way from winter

bitten Earth, daffodil fingers

gasp to

life, the yellow

strands of witch hazel and

spicebush yield to the pink of the

cherry

blossoms,

the pale petals

of dogwoods in April,

orange-throated melodies of

robins,

shadows growing

shorter as the days get

longer since you had to choose how

you’d go.