A Walk Down Nield String

Spring is edging fields and roads
With warm brown earth lace

I stand at the junction
Of a dog's bark and magpie's squawk
Floating over the crusty white fields

A willow bush stands in a rosette
Of wakening meadow

A pair of Canada geese
Together for life
Browse the margin of a meltpond
Their domestic gossip
Drifting to my jealous ear

Faint filigrees of sight and sound
Warm above the chill
And grow more distinct each morning
In a life that is finally worth the living