my curiosity is piqued
in this greening season of new
this beginning season seeded in hay fields
and birds nests
where everyone raises their faces
to the warming sun
making plans and lists of things to do

but I feel only
endings
not cloaked in sad grays and cold blues
but with eyes wide to the possibilities
of this shedding dead wood
and indeliberate falling away
into the warm vernal sun