Happy Spring Equinox!

SPRING

The Big Thaw

starts with a trickle

water running through silence

as innocous as breath

a slight relaxation

at the corners of your mouth.

Just when winter has become

habit, an old coat

with a touch

the sun peels back

the emerging mud

shiny as new skin

or primed canvas.

On which your foot leaves a signature.

You notice

a blade of grass

green

defiantly green.

Inhale, you take your coat off

a crocus opens

in the blue iris

of someone's glance.

 Vermont, 1982