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.