NEW LEAVES ON A WILLOW
Where yesterday were bare gold stems,
March’s windy stratagems
Have today miraculously
Wrought new leaves on a willow tree.
New leaves so mistily winged and small
They seem to spray from a waterfall;
Water cascading headlong to stop
Midway down on its breathless drop.
New leaves so sudden-green they scorch
The somber sky with a fiery torch;
New willow leaves….new dreams again;
New high resolves in the hearts of men.
–Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets