On each of her days, spring brings a gift.
Today, a white hellebore opened,
its petals as white and silken
as angel wings floating above
a cup of pale yellow and lime
in whose center hung a cluster
of heart-shaped ivory seeds,
and all of it so graceful and perfect
that I held my breath in awe.
I always forget how tenderly
spring’s gifts are given, how
deeply they touch my heart.