Forsythia Sunshine

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.

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.