i wish i could show you the spring

i wish i could show you the spring
the maple buds blooming red as cherries
the hyacinths by the elm tree
slowly opening in purple, pink and white
the lemon, gold and sunshine of forsythias
peeking from the neigbours’ fencerows
the pale green stars on the whitebud’s branches
yet you’re not here to see …
still, there will be other springs
won’t there?