On An Early Spring Morning
Nettie Bozanich
 
a soft breath of
delicate morning air
aches in renewal,
it is nature’s
movement into delight.
 
the dance has begun;
it is slow and gentle now
but I sense the anticipation,
fragrant wanderings
in their beginnings.
 
a breeze shivers over me
in a reminder of winter’s edges
travelling further away with
each twinkle of sunshine.
I am here – real and true –
 
in this awakening.
on barren trees, I imagine
a thousand shades of green
rustling in the wind.
under my feet,
 
the moist soil compacts;
it is rich and waiting
to see what will emerge.
I observe the beginning of tulips
and hints of other songs;
 
they are near to this moment.
they are ready,
I am ready,
it is time
to begin again.

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