Early March.

The first really warm day of the year.

There is a calm: a sweet content,

while sitting in contemplation

on a warm spring washed day

when celandines sprig yellow

beneath a mossy bough,

and daffodils upraise their heads

to greet the hand of warmth.

Days grow long to take their ease

and birds a’courting go

the blackbird calls his song anew,

and sings the hour away.