Yesterday the Crows

Yesterday the crows

gathered in the pines,
and with a high, harsh cry

called to the newly green
spread of meadow

called to a hillside forest
misted in redding bud

called to the silvering stream
pocketed with small new fish

called to the pasture,
calved by live birth

called to the cherry trees,
first bride in bloom

called to the thrush
singing Ella Fitzgerald

called to lost belief reborn
in the power of beauty

called:  This is spring.