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

Last winter made me a liar,
Because its just so easy now, 
Smooth as a river.
Last winter made me drink,
Only a bit, only at parties,
I crave that feeling now.
Last winter made me cry, 
because nothing ever works out,
and my friends are far away.
Last winter made me a poet,
And now every night I read.
Dancing across a million tiny stars,
In the galaxy of your lives.