Time in Spring

by Alice Feeley, RDC

Early spring morning

I drive the road under green gold

leaves, vines, bush and trees. They stretch

over stone walls, road signs, announcing our exit,

what used to be where we belonged.

For an instant in dazzling light and green profusion

time lets go.

What this road once held is waiting here again.

For this moment what’s been is not overgrown or disappeared

but held together like birdsong

with all that’s new

in joyous jumble of timelessness

that does not last past the road’s next bend.

Like a guest worker used to changing seasons

I train my eyes on hope in shadows just beyond.