SPRING THING

Photo/Painting by S. Auberle

The calls of geese awaken me

this morning, their plumage colored

like the brown and white earth.

Snow is melting in the hollows,

moist breath of Spring sighs through

the birches, but storm-blue clouds

in the western sky convince me

that winter has not surrendered

and I must yet restrain this impatient heart

from some foolish Spring thing, though

the lonesome echoes of geese soften me

like snow melting on the earth's warm breast.

~ mimi