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

Write a small blessing for the first warm day.

Sun, Sun go away
Never to return
Thickened clouds
Ink blotched formations
Fog loose in the moors
blood to be well fed
Off winds with 
Gushes of sunlight only
to enjoy the pikes of hairs to stand 
Upright 
Warmth showering in every corner