The wind was from the east this morning, and though the sunflowers aren’t in flower yet (of course) the meadow is full of muscari. Spring is here, for us anyway.

Sun flowers
Though the wind
is from the east and chill
still the green is glazed
with indigo
drops of midnight sky
humble hyacinths
grape-bunched tight
against the cold.
Though the wind
from the east
brings the smell of burning
and the clamour
as it blows the world apart
still the grass grows green
beneath the sun
colour of sunflowers.