Is spring the season
Wherein I might be new
Vines and timid blossoms
Slow unfurling towards a light

What a green chance
To be at the edges of love
We feed nimbly on hope
One small morsel at a time

This season came sometimes
In the years dried up behind me
I always ran through it unbound
A giddy blinding glory to be lost in

Seeing it's maybe-sunrise now
I am slower, more grateful
Letting the glimmer graze me
Like each long leaf and line

New year's heat rising on me
I can call the season sure
Count the seconds between
The next sighting of spring