WHITHER SPRING?

In late March Michigan?

Not quite

But taking seasonal liberties

With a road trip just might 

It had been a long Michigan winter

Our standards, not very high

Passing a Waffle House near Indianapolis
Said "south" to me

Further down, a Cracker Barrel
It's fireplace with no fire

Well, what says "warm" to you?

Probably daffodils

I saw buses

Volleyball teams

Baseball teams

Kids on spring break forays

Stressing the limits

Of motel breakfast buffets

Then it began to dawn on me

My efforts to seek spring

May be less consequential

Than spring’s efforts to find me

Phalanxes of flowers were heading north
Marching. forest-wide

Flying colors to tout their mission,

Spring's annual migration

Breaking winter’s hold

On a cold, colorless countryside  

First came the redbuds

Showing the dogwoods the way

The youngest and freshest in the lead

Their elders lagging behind

Trying for one more year

To maintain their game

The destination? 
I think, questionable

The word was,

Succeeding too well

Might get you into someone’s yard

A somber choice

Continue the adventure north

Or remain wild

DRK

5/20/19