A rain, rain, go-away morning,
and its less mellow-fellow,
a gloom-and-doom,
thunder-and-lightning noon,
soon bursts into a
hello-yellow-sunshine afternoon,
when forsythia blooms.
Because even a gray day
can’t stay that way.
Copyright 2026 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: The rain only seems to make the flowers brighter. The grass is green, and the trees leafed up today. The cold snap we’ve had in New England has made the forsythia bloom cycle last for days, although it seems to have confused the cherry trees.
Here’s a Barbara Crooker poem about Forsythia, if you care to follow this link to a post celebrating its “wild yellow song.”
Writing Tip: the style of your words can add (or subtract) from the mood you intend or evoke emotions in your reader. I used paired rhymes for a light-hearted, playful, Spring-is-Sprung vibe. The reader is the judge of whether it worked.
12 thoughts on “Forsythia Sunshine”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Beautiful 👏
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Beautiful Brenda!
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Thanks, Cindy. I was looking for you yesterday. I’m so glad to find you again. Your photos are magical.
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my heart is filled with sunshine now! thank you!!
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I’m so glad.
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yay for that change, and luckily, everything is temporary
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Yes, luckily the worst things, like hail, are very rare indeed.
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Hi Brenda lovely poem of changes in a day 💜💜
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Thanks, Willowdot! Some days are just full of change.
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Yes indeed they are 💜💜💜
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A fun poem. And the rain does make everything look brighter.
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Thanks, I was trying to have fun. 🙂
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