How can I not wonder in spring?
I with the rock garden
of scilla, crocuses,
tiny species tulips, flowering vinca—
all of these magically (wonder-fully) arising
from the bare soil every year
no matter how harsh the winter.
No effort required on my part.
No watering, weeding.
My role is simply to wonder
at how the sleeping plants come alive
with just a bit of sun
and the promise of warmth.
A touch of spring.
A lessening of the grip of below-zero.
Would we all blossom in such wonder
if we were touched
(if we allowed ourselves to be touched)
by warmth?
Imagine the colours that would invade
our bleak worlds.
Imagine.
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