Zelda's Inferno exercise: write about the coming of spring
not here yet but pregnant in the buds
leaves sleep curled like embryos
daylight lingers until almost 6pm again
and the promise of the return of warmth hangs in front of me
I follow it through the dregs of winter like a will-o-the-wisp
the dogs are shedding -
every time I pet them handfuls come off
and the carpet is becoming covered in fur
and back at the trees
you can see warm brown color returning to grey branch-tips
as the sap starts flowing again
and I can feel my own sap start to flow again
standing in line yesterday at the department store I remembered that my heart is broken
I hadn't thought about it in a while -
in the cold of winter it hadn't much mattered
cryonic suspended animation, the heart slows, stops
and winter ices the wound
but warmth and movement take away the numbness
brings back the pain -
and also the possibility of healing