Suddenly, Spring

And suddenly Spring;
like a sports car charging out
between two big dull trucks,
when the driver, not looking back,
has hair blown in the wind
and a secret smile.

The trees are green!
Green, with an exclamation point!
Green, at the speed of light.
Green, like the grass,
which last week looked
like an old wet sack.

Spring was always sedate and sodden
beginning in January
unfolding in order
four Spring months
raining and growing milder
one flower at a time.

This one sprang like a mad bull
ran off with me like Theseus, like Europa,
stunning me with flowers
seducing me with sunshine after rain,
from zero to twenty in a hundred and forty eight hours,
in all the colours of the rainbow.