we look but do not see

what comes but once

in its time then gone

 

as we move and assume

it will come again

next time round

 

only to miss what 

cannot be if time and 

place are not one again

 

when wonder unfolds in

subtle glimpse of first light

as if all changed in the night

 

forsythia budded blossomed

and flowered luminous

before my eyes but I

 

was blind to see

deaf to hear what

came and was so near

 

ignorant to know

the miracle of awe

before its time had gone

 

in days of haste

that held little interest

or surprise of what

 

should have been seen 

and remembered before

its hour had passed

David Sermersheim