Beginnings

Spring sprung

Sentiment sung

And the rain washes clean

Another year

Perennials bloom

Brushing back gloom

And the naysayers have

Said their solemn say

I greet you, Lar Torvis

My door a verdant hue

You remember me

I remember the sun-dappled dew

The crisp mornings

And warm afternoons

It is month One

En’kara undone, open

To any and all avenues

But today is not for planning

Our laurels are for wearing

Not standing upon

Good-natured drinking

Not worrisome thinking

Fill my cup

From the bottom up

Return my smile