Signs of Spring
The hostas, in hushed whispers
Poke their heads from the earth
And signal an all-clear
The crocus responds
Gentle, persistent,
Not wishing to interrupt
But clear to any who listen
And others, in turn, join the crescendo:
Daffodil, tulip, forsythia, lilac
Silenced, I join the world in
The deep, full breath
I had almost
Forgotten how to take.