You can't endure a winter like this
without wanting to kneel and kiss
the green blades of each daffodil
reaching up through leftover snow.
But you don't have to scrape your knees
or fold both hands in order to pray.
The way you shed your coat today
and angle your face up toward the sun
is enough to say please and thank you
over and over, feeling yourself
soften along with the earth, some
part of you reclaiming its color
like the goldfinch whose yellow
feathers are just beginning to show
beneath the gray, as he cracks open
the seed of this day and feasts.
—James Crews
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