Do You See?

Photo Credit: Diana Deaver

You will likely smell spring before you see it.

The thistle will prick your finger and draw first blood
while overhead feathered chickadees sing,
“Do you See-see-see?”

Green goddess it’s you again
rippling across the shallow creek
just south of the fences
littered with whatever death winter left behind

Are you feeling stuck?

March yourself barefoot
out into the first grasses
throw yourself at the closest tree
swallow the buds

I promise this next season is kind.