Wednesday, March 20, 2013
I was much too busy working to notice your subtle changes.
but now I'm home,
spending spring morning hours at the computer,
and there you are,
your leafless branches framed by the window in front of me.
As the stubborn coolness of winter slowly marches away,
I'm noticing the gradual swelling of buds
from which your leaves will soon emerge.
I didn't hear it before,
but now I understand
that you are the lone voice in my yard,
announcing, "Spring has arrived."
Today these buds look plump and fuzzy,
and I take the time to discover
that they are called catkins,
derived from a Dutch word meaning kitten,
because they resemble a kitten's tail.
I didn't realize that you, my Aspen, are gender specific.
I am truly curious and hope to uncover the mystery:
Are you male or female?
All I know for the moment is that if you are a male,
you are counting on these recent,
persistent March winds
to distribute your pollen.
So, I'm watching your catkins
and wonder how long the tails will grow
before they drop or blow away
and allow your apple green leaves
to open to the warmth of the sun.