Vernal

Hope. Renewal. Reanimation.
Sighing breezes, lightly warmed
by the emerging Sun.
Dormant life stretches slowly
shaking off winter’s grasp
all sharp — cold — edges.
Grays and browns flare into
brightly lit gems — color bursting forth.
Everything that’s been off-kilter
is righted once again — tenuous balance.
Soon — too soon — scorching heat will come
Followed by the slowing — bitter — killing frosts.
Bringing the deafening silence — stillness
that imprisons.
The heavy gray that is never far from mind.