My heart yearns

For the call of the winter bird

As spring awakens

On the earth

It awakens in me.

And the mess of a natural field

And a respectful human

Who works, grateful

Full of reverence

for what the natural mess

Provides.

Winters cover

Melts into spring grasses

The land losing its hardness

The winter bird’s call

Clear as blue against white

Clear as mountain air

It speaks to my yearning soul

And I remember

About myself