In celebration of spring and all its possibilities and openings (and Easter and Passover), this poem in the shape of Forsythia by concrete poet Mary Ellen Solt…
….Somehow, magically, she captures the glory of forsythia using letters, and buries a poem within the very concrete poem for spring:
forsythia
out
races
spring’s
yellow
telegram
hope
insists
action
Happy Easter, Passover, Spring from Improvised Life.