Solitude of Spring

Quiet sun among frosty pebbles

Tenderly bursting on the edge of heat

Rain clouds gather dust to them

Dulling my sight

Over time you transform stone to garden

And like the season,

you leave when the bees have feasted

But in the dandelion, you remain

until with no thought

I mix my breath with wind

To let seeds and sins become...

wishes pax vobiscum in the reverie of spring

Clare L. Rolfe