I am so pleased you chose to share this in poetic form. Here the trees are budding, the daffodils are blooming, scilla and grape hyacinth, wildflowers, soon you will see them too.

THE GREEN CURTAIN FALLS

For some, Spring comes when the calendar says so,
the number beckons inside its box
on a page beneath the yellow daffodils or goldfinch.
It’s a countdown to a non-event
but an artificial rite of annual passage
immortalized in music, poems and politics,
as in Prague.

For some it’s when the lilac blooms
all threat of frost
chased by warming trends
that also bring tornado,
hurricane and thunderstorm.

For some it’s the changing color
when late evening sun
marches through the trees
on far sloping hillsides.
What was once golden,
copper, orange or red
ripens green and verdant,
deepens and matures,
eclipses brown,
progress marked by the
marching boxes on
the daffodil page.