raindrops hanging from branches
still winter bare.
longer light
coaxes growth.
a season of surfacing.
***
the luck of
a warm day in early spring
is
getting to clean out
the ashes
from the woodstove.
***
Greet the world,
beaming through the bare trunks
golden, golden
glowing, glowing
(this is a collaborative poem from the Writer’s Group)
***
to sit
in the first sunbeams of the day
is a baptism,
a blessing.
***
petals, white
and just heavy enough
to float slowly to the ground,
two or three at a time,
through the sunrise,
through the glistening thicket.
***
love and springtime,
xo
kv
