It was a hard freeze, down to 26°F,
but just for a few hours.
A little damage, that could have been much worse.
Crab apple blooms burned, but not blasted,
abuzz today with pollinators.
Pansies in the pot, okay.
Oxeyes, or hawksbeard, is everywhere.
Swampwort, singular.
Swampwort, plural.
Early rising mayapple,
first of the millions to come.
Herb garden just after takeoff,
landing gear tucked up, and ready for the long flight.
Peat pellet hatchlings.
Hostas strangely enthusiastic,
as if they knew — something.
Camera killing azalea blossoms one week from full flower
also survived the freeze.
Cluster of pear blossoms, likewise unperturbed.
Up the orchard, all the relics that remain,
some in flower first, some in leaf first,
all accept the swell of spring.
