primavera

  
   
Stasis    
Dark quiet    
New springtime pulls                        us out from winter    
The ticking assuages my                             right ear    
                                                   
                                                                    shelf    
The tiny clock perched upon the tiny                      
Halters and falters and frowns, as if unsure it’s got the right time    
But, it goes on anyways, but always seems to    
   
                                         hold its breath    
   
I lay there and listen to the air purifier    
It whirs constantly, and never gets to rest,    
running                and                  running    
The moonlight sits in the window    
The wood in the house    
                        
                       blooms    
                      like a flower    
                      in spring,    
   
An invisible bouquet, but    
Its cedar, sleepy scent soothes the psyche    
Only lasts for the    
first  
few weeks of warmth after winter    
But it is a blossom I anticipate every year,    
                         
                 My favorite perennial