Now….and Again
Blossoms tease the senses now, budding as they are into first bloom. Predicting to the birds they might soon have places to hide And to the bees, some work to do. To we who watch it all unfold, a promise and a reminder. One more round begins and isn’t that the message. Everything, everything has a rhythm and---even we--- goes in cycles, which always, always begins and ends in this moment, again.
