Photo: wildflowers at Talgomine Reserve.
“Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.” John Muir
Winters dark that keeps the soil
surrenders now to shards of early light
that creep around the curtains
and stroke my eyes,
rousing me from sleep and
filling the air with crackle and buzz
a language feared redundant,
the sad rot of autumn feeds the new
and a warmth long absent in my bones
draws forth life in every corner,
while everywhere expectation wafts
and I weave my sense of joy
into this new day.
©Paul Vincent Cannon