Wisteria’s Arrival

The bareness of smooth branches

Winding & weaving our porch

Surprise me each Spring—

In their absence of new green

Here at my door, no green neon signs

pulsating for my attention

In naked stillness, the Winter bones

Of Wisteria Awaken first

with purpling pressing forward

Like lavender fists punching through

Winter sleep’s butcher-papered wrap

As if to prove as much to themselves

as to the bees who come to greet

Worthiness—behold, my Aliveness!

Like the locked & papered store front

Quietly transforming behind the scenes

There is suddenly the same sure morning

That annual purple party

commences yet again, unannounced

With a bursting of silent confetti

All over sidewalk

The business of Spring,

repackaged anew

What butcher-papered packages

Tied up with strings in me

am I ready to address & send—

For the world to open?