S P R I N G E Q U I N O X

Thank you
for turkey feather secrets beneath wooden crucifixes.
Sacred chamber, sunny floor.
For singing toads harking the new birth,
drips and drizzles and swampy stillness.

For the feeling of digging your toes in the dirt,toddlers learning to climb and cats remembering,For multilingual planting parties,
rainbows, water and squeals of delight. For Jerry coming home,
born 1939 on this ground
in which we plant a future.

For mom
calling home her child from hide n seek
with the ever pleasing,
"supper's ready."

Thank you for S P R I N G !
this day
collapsing into evening!