Monday, May 23, 2022

ROSE-COLORED GLASSES

As days grow long 
and warmer, it becomes 
easier to see 

how everything burns 
to take part 
in reality. 

As the sky of spring gradually 
grows less 
and less obscure, 

it reveals, perhaps
not the text of the song, 
but its birds. 

It's as if mere consciousness 
has taken the baton 
from creation, 

as all our vague 
daydreams 
and half-sure intimations 

suddenly flush with color 
and yearn 
to be expressed.