Magpie arrived with a twig in her beak this morning,

pausing on a bare branch of one tree

before taking it to last year’s nest in the spruce.

I guess that nest will be renewed.

And the plumpest ladybug, full of spots,

waddled up a window facing the mountain.

How lucky spring is to have these visitors, and early.

How lucky am I.

Time to take my sun-starved skin outside

and face the quiet with this internal buzz.

The gathering busyness of the season seems already

to have taken hold.