spring in my step

a cold day

that began with snow

but

walking

through the woods

i can feel the earth

wriggling out

from under the weight

of its winter memories.

~

tracks of rain and light linger in

the spongy greens of a nature whose

trees vanish--reappear--vanish:

but--stirred, the eye seizes

for the first time--the eye awake!--

anything, a dirt bank with green stars

of scrawny weed flattened upon it under

a weight of air

words excerpted from william carlos williams "romance moderne"