You can tell by the facile daffodils
And many bans on gender-
Affirming care that spring is here.
It is successful, it succeeds,
No resistance to the calendar.
A miracle the day can hold
All the struck past of weather.
Then things get complicated.
The yellow has melancholy
Loose within it, and green
Takes back the perimeter.
With all the invisible growth
On hand, you feel a mania
Came and went overnight
Or remains as fragrance.
Health and illness, illness and health,
In time-lapse photography
There’s not much difference.
The average of shock and pleasure
Is shock. At least you’re here,
Full of a spirited vulnerability
Sheltered by the forecast,
Holding a dying hyacinth
In your arms, reading people
Who want to pretend otherwise.