Each February I clip Forsythia branches and bring them into the house,
placing them in warm water and then waiting patiently
as I fool Mother Nature.
This year was no different,
and the cheer its sunny yellow blossoms brought indoors
was a tremendous blessing amidst all the snow and wind
and icy rain and bitterly cold temperatures
that circled the cottage like hungry wolves.
As the weeks progressed and the flowers wilted,
I managed to save a few small stalks
to place on the kitchen window sill.
What a pleasure it is to peer out at the dormant garden
through these golden branches!
Soon the house will be surrounded by a variety of flowers sporting
pink and lavender, blue and white, and golden blossoms,
shaded by a canopy of greenery overhead.
But for now, there is a little hint of that color,
and a tiny glimpse of spring, inside these walls.