On a Sunny Day in February
Looking Towards Spring

from Field Stones
by Robert Kinsley

Already the air
is different, blue
eye of
the sky
the way
trees hold
themselves
in their arms
small red
budding of
return.
Our walking
the path.
the lake,
I see tree ferns
reveal their
bodies,
the day
unabashed
in green
nakedness I
want to lie down
in
sweet
and lovely
spring
how you are
not far off.