Contrast

Last year I wrote a lot about the forsythia.  It seemed I had never seen so much of it.  It was gorgeous.  Particularly the way it stood out against the gray spring sky.  Now, all of a sudden it is almost summer, warm and almost too bright to see.  Even when I wear my sunglasses, it feels overly bright.  I realize I miss the contrast of last year.  Not the cold, really, but the contrast.

I woke up this morning,

Realized I had not seen

The forsythia.

If the weather has turned so

Suddenly,

The forsythia

Must be blooming

Somewhere.

This morning I realized

With the sun so bright,

I missed seeing it.

This morning I see

It has bloomed already.

With the sun in my eyes

I couldn*t see it

Flower.

Last year it was a study

In contrast:

Gold against the gray,

Sprays of gold.

The forsythia punctuated

cold and rain

And gray.

Last year it stood out,

Bright yellow spots on the way to church.

This year

It went missing

In the sun.

Not enough contrast.

I wonder what else

I won*t see.