Today
I took a walk and saw
fallen branches
on the ground,
brittle and matted mixtures
of brown leaves, yellow grasses
ceramic pots with mummified stalks
slumped in their lifeless gestures
making macabre garden sculptures
only traces of what once was

All these things did not survive
the deep lake of winter

Now that ice and snow are gone
Spring breezes rock the new growth
and my eyes are drawn upward

In my peripheral vision
I catch what appears to be gold leaf
fluttering on the frames of happiness
I feel from seeing the boughs swaying
plump with rain water
laughing at the sky