Early Spring, Chevy Chase

The trees snake their wet black branches
high and wide as clots of buds fill out
like a thousand green birds spreading their wings,
strewing the sunny circular drive
with fluttery shadows and a nervous joy
so that it can scarcely hold its form.

"Go ahead," says the house with the spring-
green door, as, feeling the tug, it unleashes
its driveway--"Go ahead, you can run out
and play with the trees," then looks on

as drive, trees, grass, even the spaces
full of half-digested cubes of color caught
in webs of light spun between treelimbs
romp in the changing light.

Dean Blehert

Last Updated: October 6, 2002