Spring ripens like the words still in your mouth
the world offers itself to your imagination
calls to you over and over announcing your place.
Like a sunset north country, late April
just sprung
over a lake still crystal pink glistening the surprise
of small bud stilled, arising.
the world ripens you ripen your soul
stills
in your mouth the words
offered to your imagination
calling over and over
you’re in your place.