Spring: aconite and daffodil
Have vanished yet flocks of flowers—
lilacs, rainbows of tulips, purple iris
surround a path to the driveway.
Everything appears reborn in vivid color
while I wonder if my dry ego
died during winter. Is it renewed
as I walk in early morning mist
before my toddler son awakes
to all that is new and marvelous
at the dawn of his life?
Airborne scent of pollen tells me
that tall promise of rebirth
lingers in blue air and all
I need to do is breathe deeply
to discover cordial identity
that frolics like a wanton fern
in winsome breeze.