Across this path the trees
have written of themselves,
their shadows elegant,
celebrating the gift of sunlight,
their gift to us who walk here
while the wind blows strong
and spring is still a promise

And promise is something
that we’re looking for,
along with any signs that clarify:
promises are not about the future,
promises express the grace of now.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 5, 2018