Out the window, a late April Snow
mutes the green fire of Spring.
Yet through the window of my trusty wood stove
a green spirit appears in the flames.
On one hand I know it’s just chemical glow,
but I rise to the magic it brings.
So hungry am I, like the flames for this dry wood,
that a place in my heart silent sings
to welcome this Sprite
with all mischief and might
and renew life’s mysterious Bling.
m.l. 4/18 N.M