But Now Poem by Glen Kappy

Wind and rain are forecast later in the day
but now with sun ascending—warming chilly air—
the sky's clear blue—the only clouds
pushed far to the horizon everywhere I look.

Some jets are slowly drawing chalk lines up above
and here below there's blooming—
fruitless plum, forsythia, and wild mustard—
buds about to burst on a wisteria—

the whole defining temperate
as spring gets ready for its wild surging.
Wind and rain are forecast later in the day
but now… but now…