The Price of Spring

The price of spring,
a bargain
compared to
what we have been through.

Pollen and the golden dust
of all those nights gazing at winter
stars
now float lightly
onto the fine hairs
at the edge of your lips.

Lick them
from the uncontrollable slumber
you have been in and yawn
as morning,
and so much loving light,
wakes the deep cavities of each cell
and reminds you
you are worthy
of each grain
of precious
life
you
are
given.

A gift
that cannot be
returned.