Reason to celebrate --

The amaltas are blooming

On that stump of an almost white bleached-out tree

Mold on the bark

Dismal, stunted, ignored

Dwarfed by the profusion all around

Yet a sprig, yellow-tipped

profusely yellow, the buds spilling over

A sprig yellow-tipped

Sated by who-knows-what sap

Drawn, drawn from deep beneath

Sings

Spring