Greening Again

We’re greening all over again
bulbs, birds unceasing, even dogs
having turned the corner on winter, with the trees

I round the trail’s corner, begin
to notice birds in the four-eyed tree, frogs
singing greenly in the reeds, all nature plain-meaning:

bend your head to the tree-sigh of still north-rooted breeze
catch the corner, quick, of golden sun in all this greening

 

My first-ever san san for NaPoWriMo Day 14.