A veil of gauze drapes over us.
Bare branches claw
 At the sky,
But green is coming along,
Pushing through brown leaves
On wet ground.
Wake up, wake up!
You’ve been sleeping too long.
O, Robins and Cardinals, 
Send urgent clear songs
To our Mother, Gaia.
Wake up, wake up!
We have waited too long.



By Diane E. Dockum
©April 12, 2026