Entreaty

--Catherine Pierce

Dear spring, commit. Burst

your bee-and-bloom, your blaze

of blue, get heady, get frocked,

get spun. Enough with your tentative

little breaths, your one-day-daffodils/

one-day-dewfrost. Honeysuckle us

right to our knees. Wake us

with your all-night mockingbirds,

your rowdy tree frogs. Gust

and dust us. Pollen-bomb the Hondas

and front halls, but please, no more

of this considering. This delicate-

tendrilling. Your pale green

worries me. Your barely-tuliped

branches, your slim shoots

any sideways look could doom.

The truth is I don't want to think

about fragility anymore. I can't

handle a blown-glass season,

every grass blade and dogwood

so wreckable. I'm trying hard

to teach the infallibility

of nightlights, to ignore the revving

of my own fallible heart. Spring,

you're not helping. Go all in.

Throw your white blossoms

into my gutters. Flood

my garage, mud my new shoes,

leave me afternoon-streaked

and sweating. Vine yourself

around me. Hold me

to you. Tighter.