Gone is the pale hand of winter

[halfcactus]

Here is the first flush of May
And soon I will discover whether birds of the summer
Fly in circles or just fly away
(A Fine Frenzy has been making a comeback in my playlists lately; I always associated Bomb in a Birdcage with a period in my life that I've left behind, but now I associate it with now too.)

+ A poem from The Invention of the Darling that seems quite relevant to my current fandom:

"Radiant Abyss" by Li-Young Lee

Come inside
this blizzard of falling apple blossoms.

It's light in here.
Let me look at you.

Surrounded by all of this brightness
flying apart, shining
dismantled to make room for more shining,

one of us should say something.
Or we should both say something, something true
before we were born, true
while we lived and true
after we're gone.

Nowhere long, these petals fall
out of one realm
and into another, state after state.

In the midst
of these petals hurrying
and our own falling and forgetting,

I look into your eyes
and spy over my shoulder
an avalanche of flowers plunging into an abyss.