Driving to Albuquerque in March,
a full moon illuminates the night sky.
Though a rocky mesa obscures
a portion of the moon,
the full moon gives itself away
through its luminosity.
The craters of the moon,
though clearly visible,
do not diminish
the moon’s reflected light,
but only add character,
like the patina of weathered
rock, leather, wood or spoon.
The night sky is a cocoon,
a blue cloak for cradled child,
or yawning stargazer; the earth,
a prism’s for heaven’s light.
Winter’s dark is behind us
and summer’s heat spelled
in lengthening day—

Even the bud, now poised to open,
wills spring to birth.