Spring Is Singing Upon Us I have opened my winter window The warm oneness is smiling in the lifescape of the neighborhood ~ the embrace of peoples’ faces ~ The birds caressing an open canopy of sky welling blue-vast heated freshness Call in a melody of life’s ages still bringing us forth to stir our souls even now From the branches of their tree top rivers to new buds green etched unfurling of delicate flesh coursing their juices in harmony to the April sun. I have opened my winter window. (5 April '80)