Cold Springs

cold day despite the sun, the
green is glistening with rain -
quince, bright red, is
blossoming and all the garden
yawning, waking up - a
race against time with the
grass and weeds

car logistics causing frowns -
how to get to Stations and
Easter services when I do not
own a car and the bus
service is not one

today he goes home and once
again I am enclosed, wrapped,
in quiet unto myself
with all my thoughts as
angels wrestling the heart

I feel good about the road:
like Spring
and things are possible
in the growing

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