Out of Dormancy

Sometimes all it takes
is an orange
opened on a plate
on the sill in the sun.
Or the failing cat
alive again come
morning. Or the dazzle
of sunlight silver
on branches one might
take for dead but not
at all and the sun's quick cameo after
wall upon wall of storm daring
try just try to catch me and I do
and am surprised, surprised.
Or pussy willow long forgotten
glinting fresh and new. Witch
hazel sure can do it too
silly and spiced and reaching
for the half moon in a sky so
blue blue blue. Sometimes
the littlest nudge will do
to bring perpetual
me back unstoppable
to irrepressible
Love.
To love
to Love.