The sky
is clear and blue
as baby blankets when
a boy's expected
then it's not
Small curds of cloud scud in
and all the trees begin
to tremble like the Lord
of trees walks in the woods
of Eld and windchimes plink
the tonal songs of praise
until the world
is roofed in pearl
again
and fat rain falls
as lazily as generosity
Spring cleaning is
a task
There's all
of winter's clothes
and bedding to be cleaned
and folded, stored
And all of summer's to
be found
released
from their deep sleeps
snapped woozy on the changefull air
laid out and folded properly
put where each one belongs
Then, all the wiping down
and wiping up that change
demands, the preparation new
deserves