What comes back. What we let back in. The long slow work of re-entering our own lives.

Return

A spring orbit. Something is loosening. This week we turn toward what is coming back, and what we are finally ready to let come back.

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees 

Early Spring

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.

The Thaw

A myth about your eyes–
that they melt frozen souls
is true–
  
For I know the fire that brims 
within me,
Spreads your fragrance.

The pain I hear 
when your voice echoes...
In this world of poems and prose—
They call it a dashing rue.
My dashing rue.