Spring Song

SPRING SONG First warm day and this nut-brown flavor scurrying bits of life with no eye-charging breadth sifting falling There is a sharp denial of snow an impossibility of winter Not happiness Not sadness Not relief Acceptance! Deep within the ear within the soul a hammering Builders are busy And this almost sawdust in the air Time for rusty old things becoming new Somewhere ‘neath the dirty snow the cached store water babes are bathing and I walk I glide I breathe!