Prima Vera

I’m jealous of the spring. It calls my kittens

far from me, to stalk around, and play.

They took my lap in comfort yesterday.

Spring’s liveliness outlasts my usefulness.

Wonder takes effort so I let it go.

Spring wakes the secrets slumbering below.

I knew that waking once, I trust I knew it.

My little cats find possibilities;

I shoulder my responsibilities.