March 2, 2011

The first hints of spring

There's a mockingbird out my window, twittered rambling
a cornflower sky, the remnants of snow melting into a memory
dark red buds on the trees timidly reaching toward the morning sun

I can feel Spring trying to burst through Her Old Foe, Winter
as the ice cracks on the Charles, small continents of ice returning to the Harbor
like the tapping of a hard boiled egg against the counter, the shell giving way
like the tapping of a spoon against the crackled coating of a creme brulee
breaking through to the sweetness within

I feel a buzzing in my soul
knowing Spring and I will meet again
in just eighteen days.

Photo by Keiko Zoll


2 comments:

..al said...

Spring is beautiful.

You are an amazing photographer.

Alex said...

Beautiful!