April

In the ravine behind my house,
Yellow leaf buds burst and bloom.
Homes across the gap
I have known all winter
Bid me adieu.
"Till November," they say.
"We have survived another winter together.
We'll be there again for you. Be there for us."
Westward down the notch
Golden life blazes in late April sunshine,
Trout lilies carpet the gullies in dappled green,
And a pair of wood ducks
Has come up from the river
To scout nest holes.
It is two weeks after Easter.
Christ is risen and afoot in my ravine.