In Early Spring
The blue ball of the water tower
rises above the thin
line of crooked branches
that thorn upward
against the sky.
In these patches of wood
a thin layer of soil
is softening
over the frozen ground.
A pond is quiet & dark.
In this time, when winter
has melted,
before the birds return, before the
leaves bud and pop
into green flower
a warm body leaves its bed,
enters the darkness of the hallway
step after step,
mind clouded
like a white sky.
Josh Mooney