If I could I would
send you the sound
of brittle birch branches
tapping tiny buds
against my windowpane
this chilly March morning,
the silence of the solitary
bluebird sitting on top
of her nesting box,
the little snorts of the donkeys
as they make their way
around fast disappearing
islands of snow. I would
send you the sound
of sap dripping
into metal buckets,
of tiny blades of grass
pushing through ice.
Even as the lights are turning
off all over the world
I would send you
the sound of spring,
its quiet resolve.
Brooke Herter James is the author of one children’s picture book and two poetry chapbooks. She lives on a small Vermont hillside with her husband, two donkeys, four chickens and a dog.
