Spring Notes Poem by Daniel Brick

It doesn't natter
whether or not you show
gratitude. Spring will arrive
gradually or suddenly, and seep
into your awareness. You will
become one with its music, even now
swelling into a Song of Summer.
That green riot will bide its time.
For you, there is the work of remembrance
to confirm. The roads are slippery, and you
must walk them until you reach the place
where everyone understands everything.

The leaves twist and tumble
on their long branches. They blink
as they snap back and forth
in the sharp sun light of early June.
This is how winds sculpt the season
into being. Green energy surges
beneath green matter. It is time
to express your delight.