under the flight of a rasp
long slumber somber days have reigned,
for a sun is on the ascent,
returning from southern lands,
to shepherd the very dirt to bounty
anxious cherry blossoms show their hand
mischive-ous ramps pop up like bails of hair a on newborn head
cold fingers still linger with loosened lock in this air
the rains have will to bring
a clock’s time set by her hand
-spring.