
After such a long winter,
You’re welcome here, spring.
But before giving way to summer,
Please bring your spring to my step
And refill my eyes with your wonder.
I am these annuals drying in the window box
And the leaves blushing on wall climbing vines
Or yellow-paled in the mirrored trees,
For I too tire, well-seasoned in my own falling.
With reflecting branches just barely,
And red decreasing leaves framing
Those double panes home warming fairly,
Sentry window is falling proclaiming.