it's that time of year here.
We potted some pretty spring plants (with a bias toward pink zinnias),
dyed Easter eggs in a friend's backyard,
and walked the dog more than once.
(Which is unnecessary since she's fifteen, but who could resist?)
Most of what I notice right now is the smell of grape hyacinth in the air, the almost-perfect non-tempature and the birds, nesting. But today there was also a little something in the air...
Try to catch your breath,
the air yellowed with pollen
and heavy with spring.
Again this morning,
oak droppings on the front stoop;
I reach for my broom.
with sticky vigor and lust;
blatant and straight-up.