Each arriving bird carries
a necessary piece of spring —
conical buds bursting through
twigs of trees, sinewy blooms
gathering strength to pierce
the mulch and frozen earth —
even the rising sun, earlier
by minutes every day,
borne on wings of birds
across the thawing sky
one increment at a time.
There — in that cholla —
a pair of curve-billed thrashers
weaving this year’s nest.
Wayne Lee
Friend of SoundYoga
From The Underside of Light