Spring among the daffodils I found a small brown nest with streaks of feathery down in it. dry leaves rustled under my feet, sunlight cradled the quiet birds, wrapped them in soft wool.

I think of the blush of spring, its laughter spilling like them, on my shoes. shaking off the shadows from winter’s floor. as birds took to the sky, filling it with song.

Anne Waldman

• Anne Waldman