I, the Sky, and Spring

Branches are etched in the sky.
deep silhouettes, skinny
bare from winter.  They are cold
shivering in Spring winds–
merciful, strong, creative winds:
full-armed winds.

hatches,

hatches of black
on luminous, healthy blue.
The sky says, “Bring me your winter hurts, your aches,
your old bearing down.
I, the Sky, and Spring, will make you new.”

The branches are etching themselves in the sky.