All colors are changing from gray-white to green
while springtime spins circles and drools as it cleans.
Ice frozen is melting an inch at a time,
froth rivers in gutters all gravel and grime.
All rivers are rushing: the first day of spring.
Our bodies now follow the course of the thaw,
a stretch in each hamstring, a yell in each jaw,
of bright words that break free like rivers unbound
from banks that were deafened from muting each sound.
All sounds are now singing: the first day of spring.
We sprawl on the front porch with arms opened wide
to gather the light as our atoms collide.
The sun crashes over with curious eyes,
our hearts buzzing softly like lazy houseflies.
All hearts beat together: the first day of spring.
As seeds all split open and leaves all twist loose
the season is jumbled, a tumbled-up truce.
Our feet pressed together, thin sole to thin sole,
a half of a half and a half of a whole.
All halves slam together: the first day of spring.
