This picture is of the Heidelberg bridge over the Neckar. My brother took this picture as we were floating down the Neckar in a barge-like tourist boat.
As the spring refuses to visit us here in Carson City, Nevada. I remember the German spring.
We would see the Germans in their small gardens, turning the beds. As it came closer to the Vernal Equinox, we would see the flowers.
Daffodils--small and large--would decorate the beds. I love what they call them, Osterglocken--easter bells. I wrote this poem about a German spring.
Ode to Spring
easter-bells. Ring in,
gold daffodills, the
violent birth of spring
of blossoming lilacs, hyacinths, wisteria;
of budding oaks, ash, and birch;
of mating sparrows, blue tits, and orioles.
Ring in the life-giving rain.
Published in Bibliophilos 2002.