Busy Bee

Go outside

She coats her walls with empty picture frames

And fills her window sills with origami cranes

And then she'll press her hands up on the window pane

And watch a snowflake falling through the icy rain then start again

But in the spring beneath the melting snow

She hears the sound of flowers as they start to grow

That tiny creaking signifies it's time to go outside

And feel the river flow between her toes

And from the corner of her eye she sees the movement of