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.