Tulips open and close as you pass,
because even they know gentle
when they see it.
I never knew how to bring the wind
to a whisper and look at stars
through keyholes to savor the light;
the delight of alliteration willows bring
when wind encircles their limbs
lifting like skirts,
leaving green song of weeping.
After this winter, let’s wish for early spring
so we will never have another morning
without daffodils tickling us awake
and cardinals peeking through
blue bedroom curtains
leaving song in our heads
like the little sticky notes
I leave in your briefcase
so you will miss me more
than the last syllable
of your favorite poem.