I see the tree out the bedroom window
This time each year it begins to stand out from the rest
It is the first to bud
But by the time the others begin to display
It blends in and becomes lost
Lost in the shuffle of rebirth from the earth
From late fall until early spring
The tree is just like the others
Waiting for its turn
But it likes to go first
The tree is a green so special
Its yellowy-green hue is full of life
It calls out, “Notice me!”
The tree is an old friend who has been away
But wants me to know it is back in town
The tree makes me smile
The tree gives me hope
Hope that familiar things are returning
Thanks for wondering and wandering a bit with me today. And many thanks to the crew at Two Writing Teachers, and the extended SOL community, for giving us the time, space, and encouragement to live the writerly life here every Tuesday throughout the year and daily during the month of March.
Wondering and Wandering 
A wonderful harbinger and a metaphor. I see that tree. Welcome back, spring.
LikeLike
Very nice! Those early colors, spring is here. Isn’t green a great color?
LikeLike
Those first early buds bring such a welcoming joy. And there is something so special about that early spring color of green.
LikeLike
More and more I notice how nature is a metaphor. Your scice proves that so well.
Favorite line:
Its yellowy-green hue is full of life / It calls out, “Notice me!”
Personifying the tree is a great craft move.
Thanks for sharing.
LikeLike
Lovely, trees are special.
LikeLike