The weather here in Savannah, GA has finally turned pleasant. The stifling humidity has receded, and I’m able to step out on my porch in the morning without breaking into a heavy sweat.

Though this poem is centered on the turn from winter to spring, it’s also evocative of any moment when the unexpected occurs. 

A Moment

It was a rare occurrence,
this sudden burst of spring
in a winter-haunted world,
and the riotous blooming
of flowers thought long dead
made mischief in the minds
of those too often spooked
by their own shadows, lean
and black against the ground
which received the sun’s stare
with a sound soil rarely makes.