Arise, tight sleeper!
Do not allow the poetry of Spring
to pass by unnoticed

Soak in the brightness of the morning
Steep in its fresh awakening
Emerge from your slumber
to stretch and invigorate your stiff limbs
For they are yearning for the flow that brings them to life

Uncoil the twisted and compacted fibres that wish to dance
Unlock the gate that keeps your voice from shouting out the glory of damp mosses
of dew-kissed flowers
For the Spring
For the morning,
For the light.

Sing out the joy
That enters your heart
as do the tight points of purple crocuses
that ease their way into the cool morning light

Arise, tight sleeper!
Do not allow the poetry of Spring to pass by unnoticed.

If
I gave each star a
spoonful of poetry
they could sparkle
word blossoms
down toward the earth

and when the flower-works
break through
the atmosphere
they would shatter
into nourishing
word petals
that would sizzle
into the hearts
of everyone they fell upon

then
when all the people on earth
have been poem-pierced
nothing but
truth
would leave their lips

Ahhhh

The quiet flute
melody
ribboning through the
murk that surrounds
my heart
sings it's way in
all the way in
to the center
where it belongs
where it weaves it's way
like a water snake
amongst the tangled reeds
of my worries
and barriers
gently pulling them
from their roots
and tying them into
beautiful bundles
each with an ethereal
flutesong bow
burden-bundles
song-swept away
unravelled
one by one
lifted by the
floating echo

a life song
rests
in my core.