Now it is Spring
when long-silent birds
return with lively songs.
Through wood, I walk in scattered light
amazed;
the slant of shafts of sun kiss barren trees.
This awakening is epic across the land,
but winds that brought it surely brings
the certainty of dark again. And,
like the gentle child asleep
where mother softly calls to wake,
my heart is touched by what I see—
a land revived, the dawn of spring.