by Jenifer Cartland
When days lengthen, the last bit of winter lets go . . .
Jenifer
Birches sweep past. We press them into our minds hoping . . .
Roll in, roll out, change masks, roll in again — infinite faces — …
Hummingbird buzzes, sprites about to poke bee balm, releases grace . . .
Bits of dust blown by salty air into gaps . . .
Shaking yourself off from our long winter dullness, you burst forward, . . .
