Threshold of Spring

Threshold of Spring

Harshness gone. All at once caring spreads over
the naked gray of the meadows.
Tiny rivulets sing in different voices.
A softness, as if from everywhere,

is touching the earth.
Paths appear across the land and beckon.
Surprised once again you sense
it's coming in the empty tree.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

WIlliam Pacholski