I have only improved slightly
I think
but the weather
has improved much
warmed not fully
but has Sunned
and unsilenced.
The winter
had such a way
with quiet,
the sound of breathing,
rising.

I emerge
from these cycles
so momentarily.

It is spring now
the birds announce it so.
Questions,
questions,
they remain
but the flowers are blooming soon
I can not recall their smells,
their fullness,
but I shall remember
soon
in full forgetfulness.