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