Fully charged and full of sap

Buds return from the dead

After a shed insect’s skin,

life swells bud scales

Hope and beauty,

like the first mark on a blank canvas

The first word

The wish

Before the broken bone,

a fractured furcula

The Almond blossom is open today

without the confidence of daffodils

Porcelain petalled dishes blush in the waxing sun