Spring

I don’t know.  This poem just seemed to settle in and fit the day for me:

The First Green of Spring – David Budbill

“Out walking in the swamp picking cowslip, marsh marigold

this sweet first green of spring.  Now sauteed in a pan melting

to a deeper green than they ever were alive, this green, this life,

harbinger of things to come.  Now we sit at the table munching

on this message from the dawn which says we and the world

are alive again today, and this is the world’s birthday, And

even though we know we are growing old, we are dying, we

will never be young again, we also know we’re still right here

now, today, and oh my! don’t these greens taste good.”