
“Quickening” — C.Birde, 3/19
Long awaited.
Realized,
recognized
– at last –
in quickening
earth
(beat & breath of loamy
heart),
resurgent
song
(trill & tremor in airborne
throats),
in bud and flower
and greening
leaf
(stretch & shift toward expanding
light).
Spring arrives
– gift-wrapped –
on our
doorsteps.
Compose your
thank-yous accordingly.
Address them
to each
blushing hour,
each mischief curl
of breeze.
— C.Birde, 3/19