The Noisiest Spring Poem by Raaja Bhasin

The Noisiest Spring

Past the blooming calla lilies
The struggling petunias of the garden
Beyond iris flowered and gone

Fleabane on stone
Bergenia along still-dry moss.
Madness
Of red rhododendron in the woods.

Air-polished,
The distant snows shine.
The river water, as we are told,
Is clear,
Drinkable

A leopard, or was that two?
Wait for the lights to change.
A foursome of deer move
From the rough to the green.
A civet cat not seen
Sets out to examine the marketplace.

We watch from our windows,

The noisiest spring of the century goes by.