The moments become more precious now,
each one a treasure, even those swaddled
in clouds of gray. I stare at the creek intently,
as if I could hold onto these colors, as if
my staring could somehow paint them
indelibly in my mind, as if I could keep them,
or at least make this moment linger. But spring
flows swiftly on, blithely transforming the world
as she goes, dropping her love notes everywhere.
I hardly dare move lest I miss one luminous hue,
one scent, one note of her song. She laughs
in the tumbling waters. She dances in the breeze,
And oh, the fragrance of her green perfume!