Life’s brevity extends another day.
A blackbird sings a brilliant hymn to spring.
Beside the burbling stream young otters play.
Trees bud new leaves, and almost everything
takes joy and magnifies it. Life is good.
Here, liveliest of all, a human child
dances lightly as the gods had known she would.
They count her days. She won’t, not for a while.
Simply lovely, both the poem and being able to read you again.
Ah, thank you, Elise!