It’s impossible to imagine
when bud nor bloom exist, when darkness outruns the day, and asparagus is $4.99 a pound.

It’s risky to hope in the bird’s note
or dew
when all is covered in frost, barren, hunkered down.

But our bones remember the perfumes of spring and they will march us there,
if we let them.


3 thoughts on “Spring

  1. Beautifully written! I was wondering how you were going to be able to keep posting Witt your new job, but I see that your creativity and spirit will not be quenched, and for that I am so grateful!

    Even though I am soaking up the glory and beauty of the pristine frost covered peaks at this very moment. Looking forward to reciting my verses on the slopes and basking in the warmth of God’s majesty and goodness in the mountains.

    Love you!


    Sent from my iPhone



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