Spring Light

Outside my window, which overlooks a tiny garden and faces a two-story apartment building, the false acacia quivers with new buds ready to let loose, the elm yearlings sprout bright new green leaves, the raspberry bush awakens from a winter disappearance act, and the magnolia tree drips blossum petals already old from the spring sun. The TV screen in the living room, little in the frame of the sunlit window, earlier flickered with images of human conflict. The folly seems so minute and far away. Meanwhile azure winged magpies chuckle amidst the magnolia blossums, weaver finches rustle through the detritus of last year’s leaves, a chickadee chirrups from an azalea, and jungle crows murmur along the rooftops. Light and song, life goes on.