april showers..oh yes, we all know the words..and they seem to be coming true each moment.

it's almost as if i can hear the world expanding and opening. giving birth again and again.

birth and death.

the past few weeks here at my house we have felt and honored the deaths of two dear ones.

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springtime

springtime is everywhere.

there are fields of western redbud, lupine, and poppies.

forests of trillium and damp moss.

ferns uncurling.

two vultures picking at rib bones.

the smell of low fires and new hope,

and still there is the sorrow of death.

and the way the breath catches on snag within that hurts,

and a wish can not make it go away.

for now my silver has turned to gold

and neither, nor none of this is as precious as it once was.

if you dig a hole this is what you find.

if you bury something in that hole it can just about break your heart.

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the above are california images.

here in vermont, what i witness swelling are lilacs and daffodils and my own heart.

xo