Forsythia(common)

Near the quince, outside its visual field, is the brilliant sun drenched forsythia. Ablaze. Stoic. Strong. Lasting only a short week to ten days, she stands, the vigilant commander of spring, declaring, "I'm here; now! I bring forth the process," while small creatures, tulips, daffodils march afresh, undaunted by sun one day and cold winds or frost the next. She fades; as the flowers show their colors, up a bit of blue, pop a bit of rose, spit a piece of lilac phlox, the glory of forsythia(common) closes up to chores unseen until another January; when we wait to see her for a month or two, and wonder when she will arrive to bring our Spring again.