Spring Arrives Late by Leah Browning

Suddenly, the rosebushes are all in bloom,
covered in enormous, extravagant roses,
and it is as if I have never seen light before,
the way it illuminates each leaf and petal.
They look almost unnatural, otherworldly.

The miniature green peaches on the peach tree
are doubling and redoubling in size and number;
I stop counting when I get to one hundred.

On Sunday afternoon, we decide to walk
in a new direction, on an endless hiking path.
I am exhausted by the time we reach the top
of the dusty hill and look down, where I expect
the grim path to continue indefinitely in front of us.

Instead, there is a wide reservoir,
glistening in the sunlight, surrounded by a grove
of trees, and on a faraway path along the shore,
a father and his daughter riding their bikes. Further still,
a little boy, holding the string of a distant red kite.

I’ve waited so long for you. Months, then years. It’s necessary
to study you, to take note of each new line and gesture,
everything that still makes you laugh. But now, here, I find

that the sky is so blue and the water so bright. I don’t want
to leave anything unsaid, but we are both rendered speechless
by the sight of this body of water, by the incomprehensible extent
of beauty in the world. Looking out at it, I can believe,
for a moment, that this time, you might be able to stay.



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Leah Browning

Leah Browning is the author of three nonfiction books for teens and pre-teens (Capstone Press) and two chapbooks: Picking Cherries in the Española Valley (Dancing Girl Press, 2010) and Making Love to the Same Man for Fifteen Years (Big Table Publishing, 2009). Browning’s fiction, poetry, essays, and articles have previously appeared in a variety of publications. In addition to writing, Browning serves as editor of the Apple Valley Review. Her personal website is located at www.leahbrowning.com.

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One Response to “Spring Arrives Late by Leah Browning”

  1. Peter 11. Aug, 2012 at 7:16 pm #

    I like it a lot – and you are so right, spring comes suddenly!