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
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 
It calls out, “Notice me!” What a great line!
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Thank you!
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I too love those earliest signs of new growth. I wish that early spring, light yellow-green color you described could last longer.
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It goes by so quickly!
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I love that you feel that the tree is calling out to you. I felt that way in the poem I wrote for my post today. I felt like a squirrel, chickadee, flowers and the sun were telling me to take notice and enjoy this glorious spring day.
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