(Something for Spring...)

When Sun Returns

When sun returns

shirt gets tossed,

skin that’s been leached

by fabric and formality

renews its brown chemistry

in the light.

Office protocols

lose out

to native overhaul.

Winter white

turns muddy

and gleaming dark.

Ladder extends

to thin the apples,

knees bend 

to dig potato,

fingers twist bean vine

around corn stalk.

Dark hands 

dive into loam,

planting melon,

nurturing chile,

dreaming fertility

of sun returning.