Rosemary And Cactus

Winter turned

its head for just 

a moment.

Letting the 

day get to 70.

The sun remembered

my face

and let my

freckles 

dance

in

its reflection.

I waited for the

bees but they

were still

sleeping.

But the birds

would sing 

while

the squirrels

danced for 

me as I 

stretched

out in

the sun.

All that was 

left 

was rosemary

and cactus.

And that

was all

I needed.