I wandered with winter and this is what I saw,   
A blooming forsythia bush 10 ft. tall.   
While in the blizzards might,
I captured a glimpse of a purple finch
struggling to keep flight.   
Oh how I long for spring.   

During a blizzard this March, a purple finch hit the window, struggling to fly a straight course through the intense winds and snow.    Blown onto the deck, wings flapping and tail bottoming-out, I remember thinking,
“I can't wait for the forsythia to bloom.”