March

Spring birds splinter into morning song

Against the cloudless sky 

 calloused branches bend to bud.

Knotted roots 

 fracture the dust-rose ground.

Spring birds go on in their inherent song-

 their yellow breasts are like flower petals tossed

 to the elaborate wind.

Minute yellow heads on flimsy stems

 bend toward shadow.

 

The whole day risks its life.