Instinct

A sort of frenzy rides the winds,

And instinct sure responds:

Spend yourself while spring is new

That the lengthening days may

Carry you through summer,

The furrow plowed, the nest made,

The vigor of sun steeling muscle

And wing to live, only live, touched

By this light, this hospitable heat,

One day to the next at the cadence

Of the heart, the beat of wings

Against the empty sky.

3/30/2024