Equinox

Stand there, still
against the flowering elm
the blossoms trailing
like woodsmoke
across the dark branches
and you.

I might never
have marked that first flowering
plain as breadcrumbs, tight
as knots. But you filled
my blue pitcher with elm buds
and they hatched in the window
like sparrows.

Now in the amibiguous light
the honey-brown swarm
blurs your face. Poised
on the edge of winter, Love, turn
to me, it is
spring.

Equinox was recorded as a song by composer Scott Wheeler and vocalist Lorna Windsor.