Spring Moments / by Andrew Christman

Green emerges in shades and waves

across the hill

Ferns and leaves curling to

each other,

And reaching for each small violet.

The call of spring,

green, growing, opening, breathing

the place of hope and sound—

water rushing over stones,

gentle murmur over creek bed.

The scent of damp, green, brown,

growing, merging—

senses opening—

Eyes close, skin feels,

The moist, trembling moment.


Veronica O. Bowlan