Encomium Lucis

Nearly 6 p.m. and still there’s light—

Dim and dimming, yes, but light

Nonetheless. The daffodils have

Erupted, earth’s fever dream of

Spring sown by our own yearning

For Persephone’s return, for Idunn

And her apples. For all their promise,

I have seen snow in April, frost in May,

And I trust March not at all. But light,

Light does not lie; I can count the

Minutes more day by day, time added

Not to the clock but to the quickening

Heart beating against the dying dark.

2/10/2023