Spring Fever

I had forgotten about the geese
completely, had spent the winter
starving only for flowers, the almonds of green
squeezing up through woody twigs.
I had forgotten how the spring
can send me whirling in mixed messages,
wearing heels and feeling beautiful
but then sinking in the wet sponge earth
which has sucked the snow away.
I had forgotten the warm wind's mania,
how breathing in the fumes of it
can leave me staggering and euphoric,
desperate for another hit.
I had forgotten the longing relief
of lowering the bridge between
my skin and the sky, while driving,
the swing of snowdrops in the breeze.

Now they rush up to my door
and throw their arms around me, glad
to find me there among them;
they had not forgotten me.

Beloved season,
best-loved reason,
you are all the cure I need.