Enough now of the wet eyes of winter.
Not another single tear.
Hour by hour now, green is beginning,
The essential season, leaf by leaf,
Until, in spring’s name, we are summoned
To take part in its joy.
How wonderful, is eternal openness,
Clean air, the promise of flower,
The full moon leaving
Its calling card in the foliage,
Men and women trailing from the beach
With a wet basket
Of shining silver.
Like love, like a medal,
I welcome it,
I take it all in
From south, from north, from violins,
From dogs,
Lemons, clay,
From newly liberated air,
Machines smelling of mystery,
Storm-colored shopping,
Everything I need:
Orange blossoms, string,
Grapes like topazes,
The whiff of waves
I gather it up
Endlessly,
Effortlessly,
I breath.
I dry my skin in the wind,
And my opened heart.
The sky falls,
And falls.
From my glass,
I drink
Pure joy.