The Green Court

Mary Day


Spring brings these days,

elongated seconds out of a dream.

Stretch the sleep-soggy, gentle moment

until it lasts 24 hours and looks

just like cotton candy.

The sky pink, the trees blue.


I’ll swallow it whole,

smooth, sweet, 

hope it catches in my throat,

and stays with me 

long after the moment has passed.


On such days I melt into the grass,

feeling nature’s pulse align with mine,

The bird’s waltz in heartbeat time.

Everything else disappears,

like last week’s dirty roadside snowbank

that ran off into the soil 

to fuel the coming bloom.