I See Hope

Fingers deep in waking earth   clearing ferns from wintry somnolence Their feathered, spiked, serrate fronds   release spores in ochre clouds Raindrops drum my hat brim   enthusiastic paradiddles of spring Hands set blade to swordleaf   trimming old stems and rusted detritus From the center I lift accreted duff   revealing curls, verdant and sleepy Nestled in that […]