Anticipating Spring
Fill my heart
with love hidden
in the hovering mist
of grey mornings,
when birds sing blue
and shadows cut
bold new frontiers
on young green leaves.
Fill my heart
with love hidden
in the whirling molecules
of water arcing
from stone frog mouths
with playful plash
into cool ponds
of shy orange fish.
Fill my heart
with love hidden
in the terra-cotta shards
of broken jars
and scattered brown loam
drinking in rain—
mustering strength for
the next inevitable blossom.
Felicia Sanzari Chernesky