A few years ago we were in Japan when spring happened. Touring an ancient house up in the mountains near a town called Takayama, I stepped on a loose board just as a bright bird song echoed across a pond. It seemed like a haiku waiting to happen: Cherry trees bloom in the mountains/ The shogun’s floorboards/ squeak like small birds.
Spring is waiting to happen here. It may seem like a matter of faith after this hard winter, but we must believe. The deadline for the next Southwest Journal Poetry issue is March 7. If you write poetry, please send your best work to me: [email protected]. The Spring Poetry Issue will come out the end of March.