Spring, how I love you,
this sun-giddy daze,
the light tangling low
in your aspen drupes,
and the new green, so pale
in the cottonwood trees.
Spring, your breath of
rain, your unruly wind, how you
shred my thoughts
until all that is left
is a woman standing
in the field.
Spring, your dandelions
already white globes in my yard.
Just yesterday they were gold.
I was gold once, too,
and though I would never
go back, oh Spring, how you
return and return, forever new.
I love you, Spring,
the candytuft white
beside the dirt path and
confusion of hummingbird wings
as they search for where
the red feeder was.
I too have lost something,
my way, was it?
Something I felt so certain of,
so black and white, it was,
it was just a month ago,
oh Spring, I’m so fuzzy now,
so full of, is it light?
oh, I don’t know.