the first drafts of spring . . .

“vigilance” (one suggested meaning)

in the next few days (even though it’s january) we’ll be entering spring

it will not feel like spring

it will feel like ice breaking

new things will begin to grow

however they bloom, disregard their acrimonious fragrance

manage to get through the season’s shift

then will come summer & it’s heat

then will be autumn (with hot chocolate & a well earned reprive)

then winter (again) & (again) spring

we will never be free of the scent of transition