This cold, wet spring glowed bright
with you, our golden glint in all the gray.
A small span falls short of seasons
but sprawls large enough to learn a life,
long enough to love unseen,
and deep enough to mourn
while warmth again rightly rises from green,
and tight buds swell toward flower and fruit.
long enough to love unseen,
and deep enough to mourn
while warmth again rightly rises from green,
and tight buds swell toward flower and fruit.