Between

between deep sigh of a wispy breeze, excited expectancy first green has inched up into my garden. I have waited for you, green life, since your sorrowful disappearance last, crinkly crackled fall. you faded below the tired soil hibernation the next chore. now in-between I stride impatiently peering for the tell tale bumps lifting earth and aged leaves in between, suffused with earth magic entering the bones, flowing to the heart, reclaiming spirit. one time of my year that produces an abundance of hope. almost as if I too nave been in stasis thoughts dry and ancient, brittle, slowed sombre with out life poems are extracted in the cold days minus the slow sweet flow of sap humming into existence poetry, a poem, green life of the soul,