Today, instead of blinking,
I closed my eyes, and then briefly opened them.
Snapshots of this new-bloomed world
captured, they remain.
Quick beauty in the drifting dogwood.
Daffodil flashing to my right.
The bright above of a high blue sky,
a frantic flutter of young yellow wings.
Though, isn’t that just Spring?
A burst of sudden life and color,
the beauty of joy in youth,
the first steps in a dance of creation…
This poem feels unfinished because it is, and because that’s the point. Happy Spring!