it is here
i definitely see it
a hint of green
lit by the early morning sun
washing the clouds
an impossible lavender and orange
just for that brief moment
that drives painters mad
shaggy yearlings
big ears alert
graze quickly across the lawn
the new grass too sparse to hold them long
cold winds still stir the bare branches
mother’s voice is changing
softer
promising
life begins to listen again
The Ace Hotel Notebook 