Small Signs of Spring
“Did you hear that winter’s over?
The basil and the carnations cannot control their laughter.
The nightingale, back from his wandering, has been made singing master over the birds.
The trees reach out their congratulations.
The soul goes dancing through the king’s doorway.
Anemones blush because they have seen the rose naked.
Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the courtroom, and several December thieves steal away,
Last year’s miracles will soon be forgotten.
New creatures whirl in from non-existence, galaxies scattered around their feet.”