it was evening in april
and the sun’s golden glow
illuminated suburban streets
fringed with childhood at play
something felt more alive then
as if we’d all been loosed
from the bounds of winter’s chill
and escaped to dance off our misery
new-mown grass perfumed the air
with the promise of warmth
the diligent scyther was grubby
but i could have kissed him
spring made me mab-mad
gypsy and pixie danced rings
on the green-again lawn
at my journey’s end
flowers encircling towering trees
as the warm gloaming deepened
i felt truly come home again
where i should belong
