Spring, says the calendar
Spring is like a perhaps hand
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things, while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and
without breaking anything.
How did I miss the arrival of Spring? Here in the Pacific Northwest, rain and endless gloom have erased all memory of a hopeful season. Still, the calendar says March 20th, Spring Equinox. Is it spring in your world? Can you feel the hand changing everything carefully?
