Late Spring

Warmth is creeping,
touching sheltered nooks
where plants are sleeping
– an opened primrose promises
delicate bouquet to come,
a celandine spreads narrow petals
shining, sparkling in the sun;
willow branches spotted white –
slipperette-like pussies poking, peeping –
overhanging swollen river pushing past
(flooding has decreased,
as heavy rainfall now has ceased),
and dusty, muddy ground and tired plants at last
begin to bear a bright green flush,
soon river meadows will be lush,
and flowers delayed will tumble open in excited rush.