We're waiting in between The frost is hanging on in the shape of a tree White where the morning sun can't reach On grass that once grew green But has no say in how rich its pigment will be My nervous vanity's been slow To see The coyote's coat looks like her home In the dusty leaves I always shared a fear With the sawtooth agave who blossoms and then disappears Til I got a taste of what I'd be If all of this light Hadn't fallen so easy around me Now the violet hands of the May jacarandas are blossoming There were days that I may not have made it if they weren't lining Granada street Every spring they recover the colors in me I am starting to notice their bark through the dark winter weeks Making me learn them patiently And deep Like anything I've ever believed I've known since my swollen mirror broke skin that even my best merits wait dormant for someone to draw them out of me And though I was so sure Which virtues I have earned The dry rainshadow knows I'll learn those lines are blurred