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

What are you afraid will come back with the warmth?

There you are,
Weighing me down,
Glaring through me.
I thought you’d gone;
I thought I was better.
But here you are,
Back.
You smother me in your arms
Like you never left.
You anchor back into the place you once vacated;
You fill me with your warmth
With familiarity.