Slow is the northern awakening.
The hibernation has been deep,
deeper than ever.
The convalescent of winter is wandering
through the bare-boned trees, suddenly
immersed in the flooding light.
From the brown deadness of frayed leaves
a very first messenger of spring has appeared,
the brave bearer of unspeakable, rare
purple-blue: Hepatica nobilis.
Already in the fall you gave birth to your bud.
Under the snow, you were dreaming
and preparing you bloom, secretly
in crystalline stillness.
Now, I am drawn
closer and closer
into the heart
and every hue
of your shimmering.
There, we are.
Breathing a yes,
wildly
blue revelation.