I needed to tiptoe and grasp, transfer slowly, fastidiously over treacherous ice.
Each transfer counts.
I don’t wish to die this fashion, not right here, not but please and thanks.
However wouldn’t you recognize it in the back of the backyard the place the land is increased and the solar is brighter
Means down low, hidden beneath useless sticks, final yr’s mint
And beneath the flowering quince that stabs me irrespective of how a lot I reduce it again. You’re popping out this yr buddy — no extra final minute reprieves. It was an excellent run, however I want the area.
The primary snowdrops are making an look. I do know the place to look. I wanted to look. Wanted to make certain that spring is on monitor.
I noticed different inexperienced beings, too. Oregano and perennial onions: it received’t be lengthy earlier than I can decide some recent. Vibrant succulents.
I lifted a small clump of inexperienced moss and held it to the canine’s nostril. Breath that in, I mentioned. Our lengthy, deep relaxation is coming to an finish. We’re now within the tumultuous, stressed season of rebirth.