Spring

The tilt of the earth
Invites the sun
To warm the Earth
As dormant desires
Unfurl

Strident red skunk cabbage
Pierces the wetlands
Crimson mottled spathes
Hiding the spadix like a hidden treasure
Within their smooth cowls

A tree hangs over the bank
Its exposed roots form a cave
The shade and damp
Hold onto icicles
Magic in this melting world

A mossy grotto shimmers
Brightness from our nearest star
Distilled in a kaleidescope of color
As light meets water and soft verdancy

A craggy outlook
Reveals the proximity of the urban world
As the shadow of an eagle
blots the noise and the sun

10:46.  The earth has tilted. It is spring .

A vernal pool
Reveals the flittering movement
Of large tadpoles
Like hope in flesh form
Changeable

Turn back to the steps traversed
Downhill is quick
Like a lesson in life
Nature provides new chances
With each turning of the Earth

A fieldstone grotto
In front of a convent
La Pieta within
The anguish of Mary
Over the lifeless body of her son.
Red blood drips from his wounds.
It is not coincidence –
Easter, Ostara – the cycle of death and return

Like Symplocarpus foetidus
rising from the frozen Earth
Perhaps it is not too much to imagine
The Resurrection on this first day of Spring