Sunday, April 21, 2013

winter's come and gone

Signs that spring is on its way:

Pink blush on distant hills
Snow receding to the deeper woods
Tulip leaves poking out
Fuzzy buds on peach tree
Vireo in the tall pine
One day, last week, you wore a t-shirt
Children batting at the windows and doors
New rakes
You refusing to light the woodstove (even though it’s 20 degrees this morning and the honey’s crystallized)
This song’s eternal presence in your early morning mind: