Spring-Close Enough!

SPRING - CLOSE ENOUGH!

Silver Lake Garden

I know what month, what day,

Yet, as cloudy doubt smokes irksome mind,

I am cognizant of eyes honest truth.

It blooms inside of living green,

Rising up, like Lazarus,

Billowy ghosts of lives past,

Where was that blossom yesterday, 

That impression preceding thought,

Reflection before sunlight,

Shadow in the darkness?

What is it I see?

A change of season, ground zero.

Spring.
(Poet and don't know it?)