Ahh the rich sound of spring
Unfurling fresh wings as she whispers
green buds across the
reaching
trees.
The sweet soft kiss of the sunlight
nuzzling fresh sprigs of grass
poking their
young heads
through the fragrant soil.
She trails her fingers over sparse
branches, a deep laugh
swallowing the hills, as welcoming
as warm honey
dripping
down the trunks.
Ahh the shaking roar of the river
furrowing into mother earth and shivering
leaves, newborn and streaming
the river releases my breath in
a gust
joining my neighbors gentle wind chimes, and
the wild dancing
of the
treetops.
Evergreens, who's cloaks of white have slipped into
the warm
rich soil
to aid the bringing of the Spring.
Rejoice!
for we are alive to hear the thrushs
humble song
echoe over the breathing land
A sigh of release
as deep winds stir the suffocating
stillness and I let the days stress
slip away and
this vibrant
song courses through
my singing veins.
Ahh the bright dancing newborn green
fill me with a happiness I cannot
name, nor want to
the tips of these aspens, laughing in
the breeze
and the running step of wild hearts
up unbeaten trails are pure, pure love
gentle drops on sheer rock faces
speak to me in whispered tones
of connection
and life.
We are one with this blossoming land
We are one.