Tender, green, and new I hang, needing only sun and rain.

The first hard frost is not a pretty sight for anything left naked out of doors.

The willows are ready though spring is weeks away. Their slender branches scrape the ground,  seeking transformation.

“No man ever steps into the same river… —

What wakes me in the middle of my dreams as the still hours of darkness seem to swell

Dazzled by the view —

Watch it reach for the light —

As a soaring bird does —

Feeling simultaneously ancient and young —

From behind a pane of glass —

Tender and complete —