I spoke your name today;

the robbins all came home again;

upon these frozen limbs
on wounded trees,
the winter willows,
relieved of plagues
that hadn't yet
begun to seize,

instead,
the newborn leaves;

a climbing trellis
making picture windows,

a christening,
of purple ink,

the resurrection,
of the impressionist's dream,

a celebration !

the timezone freed!

i spoke your name today;

on frozen lips,
a triology
of letters kissed,

and warmed the sting
when mourners grieve.