Sunday, March 20, 2022

The Ace of the Year

Raindrops on pansies in full morning sun
As the equinox groans its scale bellows
And new gold overtakes yesterday's grey.
Varieties of yellow arrive now,
Like the sunrise used to be back in the day.

It's hard to know in advance how this healing
Fed to me like grapes all weekend will feel:
A rose will emerge in the future
With a peculiarly new hue
To remind me exactly of what I've been through.