Ships of Spring

  

Bird songs tussle in the nets of wind,
flotsam of oaks, maples,
sycamores and wild cherries.

Wooden waves splintering
over the grassy beaches
of the fields.

A Cardinal’s deep-blue singing
weaving the ships of spring
and shore-less sky,
saying something
about loosing your life
to gain it;

about surrendering
then letting go
over the roiling
darkening.