Million Dollar Movie

Late April and only coltsfoot—Tussilago farfara—breaking leaf litter. Our daffodils, peonies and crocuses are also making signs. April is the cruelest month, I forget why. A sweet slow Spring no sudden changes each leg and leaf unfolds deliberately. You can't miss it. New York City's spring rushes like a yellow cab into summer. One day leaves are wet, next they’re leather. I prefer this slow dance, birds mating on the sky, peepers evolving into frogs. Repairs take weeks or months. Septic, garage door, cracked windshield, clean windows, build bridge, buy land, rake leaves off erosion control, cut wood, prune lilac, paint lawn chairs. More carefully inspect, identify, the insect of the week, a fly with an ant’s body that skirts the grass and falls in drinks. Look more closely! It will be gone in a few days! Then it will be the time of moths or fireflies, mosquitoes and wasps. Mud road, red-winged blackbird. The slashing stream topples old trees. My legs hurt.