The Green Court
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,
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.