Risen is the snow pea, tendril
Spiraling toward blue
Risen is the fiddlehead
And trout lily, drenched in dew
       beside the spring
       And warbler flicking yellow wing

Risen am I from
Season of ice and stone
With empty hand, and
Stripped by winter winds to brittle bone
       To see the earthen tomb
       Split by green blade, and bloom

Summoned, the unfurling leaf
From chill of doubt, and winter grief