when the light, that springtime light

• it’s gentler and softer somehow –
  it streams through the open window
  softening the apricots in the fruit bowl

you feel alright; it all feels right
like everything has led to just now
look through the open window and
you wonder at where the time goes
softening
softening the edges you’d forgotten

and as time rolls on
winter is gone
trees bloom, fruits ripen and rotten
it gets faster, you know,
the ebb and flow, ebb and flow

of seasons,
of years
flitting by in the blink of an eye
the wings of a hummingbird
beating
for springtime