The end of the world as I knew it

I thought I knew,

all that eyes

could speak.

What hallowed

texts

could teach.

That the sorrow

of today

would be followed

by bleached

tomorrows.

That the turn

of the season

from gray to green

would be just that:

another milepost

in my alloted orbits.

welcome, but flat.

But now!

as our planet's axis

approaches equinox

and morning sun returns

to bathe the silk flowers

in my office window,

and almond blossoms

scented the Sunday air,

we walked hand in hand,

and Spring's promise

of bounteous life unfolding,

never felt so real.

I thought I knew

the world, what it gives

and what it grabs,

didn't hear the promises

of all that could be had

if we but listen

to all that eyes can speak

when hearts open

like lilies in the sun.