-This poem reflects on spring reaching its full expression and on renewal as a continuing act of life returning to itself.
By now the branches hold their shade,
the garden answers leaf with leaf,
the birds have built, the roots have taken,
and morning opens without fear.
What rose in hush, what stirred unseen,
has entered color, breath, and form,
the fields no longer wait for change,
they carry it in every blade.
And still the wonder is not spent,
it moves in blossom, rain, and wing,
in all the quiet ways the earth,
keeps choosing life, and giving it.
So let this be the final truth,
not ending, but return made real,
the world begins, and then begins,
again, again, in living light.