Coiled micro-green flora
Gulp edges of water
Ostrich ferns on rocks
Analyzing future growth
Against common grain
I too, reroute small plans
In tempo with the planet
Unusual storm years
Funnel clouds and trials
Risk of coming up empty
In transit, then retreat
Going where angels feared
Where eagles hardly dared
To find, gold fields
Ice winter’s dim discontent
Behind us at last, we watched
As a silver veil descended
Brightening, exasperating earth
Resisting, reshaping it like clay
Opening splashing puddles
A reminder, to play again
These days when spring storms
and rains defy wars and kings
erasing newsprint’s inky gods
and shaking loose soiled pages,
We come back ashore to find
how so often things mattering most
push through like flowers.