This year, as you carefully watch
the entry of spring,
the day to day ebb and flow
of temperature, sun, growth and cold,
you notice how, like love, it is a mix
of fear and fireworks,
of color and frost,
less a march than a dance
of charge and retreat,
stillness and frenzy,
of cold nights and sun drenched days,
a fluid pirouette
to the languid, lush perfection of summer.
The photograph is of a garden in Williamsburg, Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.