Spring

The moon was full last night
and hopped around
a little bit,
but now it is all
back to moon,
a sweetness in the puddles
that hasn’t faded yet.
How could I have thought
of the moon as
a solitary visitor in the sky?
Instead, I now see
everything
that is beautiful, sweet,
appears in vast rooms
of my childhood, giving way
to spring’s best offerings,
birds singing,
green leaves falling,
a butterfly appearing
in the full ambrosia of the heart
as it flutters by.

• Mary Oliver