Spring, here.

[ferine]

Sacred stillness
in the forest of my heart

sunshine mead trickling down
deep green veins

soil sighing dust
into kind Spring drafts

flickers, grackles, red-winged blackbirds
doves, crows, and bluejays all in chaotic chorus

squirrels, rabbits, raccoons, and mice
scavenging off their leftovers

coyotes yapping by the river
their cries carried by the breeze

Spring is here
and beneath the moon

lynx stretches eager legs
bounding through starlight.