The Seasonal Divide
So soft and vibrant green
It shocks the senses
Sweet scent of floral festivity.
fertile fandango.
diurnal dirt dance of
scrabbling critters.
Sap seeping silent into
Bursting baby buds of
Life.
Who could have even imagined
Two weeks ago?
Hard to recall.
Stark skeleton
Stretched out in warning
Etched in white
A black and brown theme
of anxious age.
Wolf howling
Into the North wind
Sharp stinging on the cheek
And in the ear.
Clear star-struck sky.
So different.
Irreconcilable Winter and Spring
Inseparable yang and ying
As necessary as age and youth
A dualistic truth.
