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?

I'm afraid that death will come back and this time take so one who was my warmth and now I will have to start over from the dark and if I lose all the light I have I will part ways with the little happyness I have today so yes I am afraid death will come back not with warmth but for warmth and I don't know if I will freeze again and is this death of a friend the end