The Untamed Woman

Forsythia

She doesn’t offer leaves first

Straight to flowers

Skipping foreplay

Her honeyed blooms aren’t for the birds

Or the bees 

She gives herself to the wind

Her carnivorous color shows up uninvited

Devouring winter

Shocking domesticated eyes

She mocks your forecasts

Trustingr her intuition,

There will be three more snows after my blossom

They openly debate her worth

Fearing her wildness 

Hacking her into submission

Still

She returns

Radiant