Today was a day where walking
into the woods, over hardpack,
one foot went right through the path,
then the other, up to my knees.

Today was day in between
being stuck in the snow and the spring
I was ready for, seeds in my pocket,
a sunflower of sorts, for a chickadee;

and so it was, in a wink
you landed on my fingertip: uncertain,
bird, winter and I
vanished together.