Spring

For Honeybee

After a winter of snow,

Grey and white and brown,

Silver skies high with clouds

The sun bursts free, and with it

Life, Colour.

Buds on bare branches gleam gold

And flowers push up, scarlet, carmine,

Heliotrope, azure, the orange of a sunset

The pink of a rabbit’s inner ear,

The world is an oil painting blaze,

Welcome after a life-time

of watercolors through my window.

White skirt, the cotton sun-spun and sun-dried

Silver leaves braided into brittle hair

The sun warms my too pale skin,

As, giddy with the smell of melting snow and growing things

I dance through the mud and soil

Putting down roots and titling my face up

Like a flower reaching for the sky.