The Garden, Uncovered

When the cardinal called out –
his song like drops of light spilling over a dawn field –
I ran outside

that first day of his voice
as Spring’s soft sun
opened the heart of the brisk, grey winds

I ran to answer him
then stopped
astonished

at the tender, naked garden
suddenly uncovered:

after months of snow
the smell of earth
rising to meet the bird’s song.

2 thoughts on “The Garden, Uncovered

  1. Oh, what a lovely subtle sensuality and…earthiness this has, Ellen. (Pun intended, but not in an unserious way, if you know what I mean.) I’m especially fond of how the “Spring’s soft sun / opened the heart of the brisk, grey winds” — followed closely by “his song like drops of light spilling over a dawn field.” But then there’s “the tender, naked garden” which is, quite frankly, just an exquisite word image. Damn. I just like the whole damn thing. 😉

    -Lorri

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