At this latitude hope is risky.
A coy teenager playing games to win a lover,
Winter does not release us easily –
70 degrees one day, a crushing 30 the next.
There are those,
The yellow blooms of the Forsythia,
the fecund green shoots of Tulips,
Hyacinth, Daffodils and Jonquils
Willing to risk the volatility of Spring.
Sensing the possibility of what could be,
To bloom, they press through the thawing soil and air.
Colorblind after the monotony of
White and grey and brown
The infusion of color makes us greedy,
Willing to forget the perils of their efforts.
She envies these brave souls.
She is not yet willing to risk what needs to be said.
Alicia Gatto Petersen’s life revolves around the shores of White Bear Lake, Minnesota. She has two daughters, ages 7 and 9. She pays the bills (or at least some of them) as the Community Resource Coordinator at a local food shelf. This is her first published poem.