Springtime

Where you are and where I am

Is different

There, where you are, all is already green.

Here, where I am, the blossoms are just now

giving way to the leaves, sighing in their fading

spotlight as the green curtains draw together around them

There, where you are, all is already green

Here, bare branches still outline the

clouds and pollen floats down to dust the porch swing

and the car

There, where you are, all is already green

Here, where I am, the dogwoods

are still in bloom and on the mountain trails the ground is

sprinkled with purple violets pushing

up amongst the fallen

leaves of autumn

Where you are is already all green

Here in my heart is a great and dark hole that the wonders of

Spring can’t fill

While you are there and I am here