Spring

It is the time of new green,
of samaras jutting rose-pink from pale, fringed flowers;
it is the time of milky elderflowers
and soft-leaved thimbleberry;
it is the time of salmonberry crowns,
hairy and ready to bud;
it is the time of the robin’s nest beneath the porch,
and the chink of hummingbirds brushing past cedars;
it is the time of unfurling.