Spring Has A Sentience

Spring Has A Sentience

Spring has a sentience that’s all its own,
a sentence to new growth, sudden parole
impossible from winter’s cold blue lips
there’s bud outside, bloom inside, untamed light

I’ll let this be, let stillness curate it
before the rush of what comes next finds me,
I’m instrument of an ecology
long in the forming, still formless formin…