The Same Thawing

For you give me joy, Lord, in your creation:

  I rejoice in the work of your hands.
How great are your works, O Lord, 
  how immeasurably deep your thoughts.

                                                               Psalm 91

There was a Cardinal singing
across the mostly melting snow
and a scent of spring
up from the softening unknown
 
as I was taking down 
the Christmas greens
in this brief 
pause between  
  
all that was frozen  
and all released for now;
the grieving and the singing 
in the same thawing.