I'm calling you, wild
I'm coaxing you out of your snow-shell
with my breath and green eyes
and longing for your leafy taste.
Demulcent rivers, swell.
Shocking bright eyelashes on trees, blink.
Dirt from the bear is shaken off,
exchanged for bird seed and carrion.
Breaking skies, pussy willows, tease.
Kingfisher rattles and steals.
The field is alive with change.
I wrap hope around my neck and walk long walks
with friends
who find nettles.
I eat the pollen laden alder catkins
inviting in every nuance.
The herons are feasting in the low waters
where phragmites glows like giant wheat
hiding eggs.
Stomp loud little bunny, wake her up
Shine hot bright sun, melt her heart
Cry in trills and thrills little peepers
sing her back
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