And now we return to sunlight
to the sky, this realm
where tulips taste like solace
where looking drains the clouds of omen
Time to compost the coats and blankets
it’s the season to rouse the lilacs in their wandering
to hoist the squirrels back into their occasions on highwires
time to season our pens with praise and inquisition
to luxuriate in the expanse of wind
to wring the last bit of wisdom out of the mud
No fear now
We see that we ourselves are but layers
Of salt and dreams
We awaken into this too warm half-light
We touch the dawn
We cocoon into Spring
Poem A Day 