if Valentines day was a life and not a day….
because of its speechless improbability
this miracle of green emerging soft
so shyly from the damp dark
because it feeds equally on sun and rain
relishing both always reaching
to unite heaven and earth
beacause of is powers of alchemy
transmuting the rot of all passing things
into colors beyond imagination
because when the last color falls
and the stems begin to bend in mourning
the perfume will still fill the room
the sweetness of spring will still linger
on the gardeners’ fingers
© Old Bones, New Snow J.A. Fink