S-P-R-I-N-G
Suddenly,
so suddenly
that the sky appears
to blink
spring appears,
lifting
the lengthening light
across the day,
as if
summer rides
across the dusk,
as if
the sunlight hours
have always been,
soft and gentle,
not a wind stirs
not a wind whispers
through
the empty trees,
all is silent,
all is hushed,
in the middle distance,
where the cool
of shadows
of winter gather
under the rising
moon
beyond the forest,
the beach,
the mirror
of sea
and skies
and the low
murmur
the wash
of retreating tides,
a woodpecker
knocks
and knocks again
against the locked
and frozen
winter door,
the echoes resound
through the fading
softness,
the curtain
of early mists
the starlight
of velvet,
the perfumed promise
of the thousands,
the rising,
opening
singing,
a blossoming sky,
of early
morning stars.
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