Happy Eve-of-Daylight Savings, everyone! In the spirit of seasonal renewal, I’m gonna lay a little poetry on you. Have a great weekend. Go play in the sun.
Spring Forward
Moss in the noon sun
On the rock
in the yard:
A particular shade of yellow-green
Clings loosely
to the gray boulder,
like a throw
tossed over the back
of my chair.
Sunday,
the same light will fall
an hour later
on moss, rock, yard, grass.
My rose heart will open
and spring forward
out to the garden,
away from the blanketed chair,
under the sun,
into life.
It’s only a matter
Of time.
A Body Story 