Spring’s Self

Under soft February light

Where warming ethers

Carry earthy scents,

I remember my spring self

Among crocuses.

And yet again my heart is lifted

By the tide turn

Of day-length stretched,

Being motivated

To peep as a myriad

First shoots.

And yet again

The soft spell

Light upon my heart

Shimmers hazy

As sunbeams diffuse

In the mellow heavens,

And I can’t quite tell

If this space myself

Is me or the world

Or just spring’s fluid

Billowing out from itself.

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