A Becoming April
Mossy thresholds open,
mud slips into small lighthouses
on the shoreline of the season.
Backyard rockpools
become repositories of sunshine.
Roots and puddles
congregate in underground weddings.
Lost towns emerge to be found.
A raining wash rinses the deep surfaces,
teases the earth ajar,
the ground surrenders to fulfill a promise,
a warming breath patches green sleeves,
plants green vowels
in the sylvan silt and the softening.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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