The Tender Green
A poem of early spring
Published in
Apr 14, 2021
The fuzz and curve of fiddlehead ferns
thrusting through last winter’s leaves.
The newborn grass, the budding trees
reveling in April’s reprieve.
The smell of mist and softened earth
as sprawling roots soak up the rain.
The love we cannot help but feel
for all things tender, young, and brave.
