We tried again — a poem

Spring started earlier
The year we returned
To each other.
I sat in nothing
But your T-shirt
In February’s feeble
Morning light,
Warm
Listening to the birds
Who welcomed daffodils to my garden
With songs for the daytime
And the flowers grew and grew,
They poked through Earth
After a harsh winter
Pushing through bulbs protected
By duvets of the mud
That I’d once looked at
Thinking it was nothing
But dirt,
When it’s so much more.