Her haze hangs heavy

As our gaze is drawn back south

By herony squarks

Lost in heady scent

Follow the lines we were sent

In dollar and cent

And suddenly leaves

Radiate verdant’s essence

Redefining green

Even dirt can shine

The roughest can still climb

My journey is mine

Ivy climbs these stairs

A solo mission without

A destination

The robin’s pure song

Never sharp or flat or wrong

Where do I belong?

Strong hands have folded

Brilliant minds have faded

Yet the work remains

I emerge again

From my frozen chrysalis

Rising to new heights

But when I return

All the garden will be filled

With leaf dappled shade

Where do you shelter

From the blustering March winds?

Hunger outweighs fear

I wish I could trace

All the lines upon your face

And the tales they chase