The drive is beautiful
staggering views of trees
mostly still bare and brown
with dark green conifers for emphasis
I wonder if I will ever lose the tendency
of looking out at such a vista
and wishing for a different season
to dress the trees up just a bit
We leave the car eventually, and walk
and there are snowdrops and the leaves of something
I hope vaguely might be ramps
the rhododendron blossoms are still tight green buds
they look like grenades
waiting, like me
ready for summer’s bright explosions