A Wren Flies in Vancouver

A leaf turns

like a weighty sheaf of paper
chapter of life
over.
part of me could not believe
that winter would ever turn to spring
that life, love, the Dawn
would pour in over those dark hills
of yesterday.

but here are her hands - watch,
they're painting
spreading color out before us
filling our eyes with honest dreams
our souls, our hearts
with her bright heat
as we are called to "come forth!"
to live, play, walk slow, be.