Discover the survivors of winter in a single noun.
Blink in sun-dazed surprise at the verbs that follow.
Write their green tips across a single line of golden light.
Separate the first crocuses from the blades of grass.
Find the songs of returning birds that modify the reborn world.
Dangle them below the perfumes of the earth.
Do the same for every word that sings of new life.
In the long, extended days, trace the endless branches of language
Until there is nothing left but honeysuckle and afternoon walks.