a single crane arriving
I feel the seasons changing
wrensong in the rain
a single crane arriving
I feel the seasons changing
wrensong in the rain
the sun sets softly
a young bird’s feather on the cheek
as the evening breeze rises
take a fresh green look
at the broken listening
permit the freedom
spring thoughts spring feeling
flowers scissored blue paper
always alive now
beginning maze end
lifelong paths too soon forgotten
spring should never end
scaly winter, tortoise-slow and grinding,
devours the meat, the sweet, all it passes over
but as strong hands roll the stone away
life bursts from the splitting seed
and the spring sun is once again resurrected
hope spring forever
Then summer stopping all our tears
autumn winter yes
hope spring green spring hope
warning songs heard as welcome
sunshine shapes desire
Spring is near coming
bare branches explode in green
the sea fog rolls in
Birdsong loud in crystal air
Spring bursts through unfurling leaves
Hope and glory
Hope and you