It’s still early in the season but longing lives in me for the warmth of sun-touched days for the songs of greening fields for a tangle of butterflies for a rainbow slanted up to the sky.
I long to lie with my nose to the earth to smell the grass rising to feel the freshness of dewdrops to listen to the hum of life awakening.
Let April’s elevator return birds to their places in the trees increase the barble of growth polish the heavens with soft white clouds .
Let the basket of winter sorrows flow past in the river, Let the days lengthen and explode into growing light, Let renewal sink into the earth deeply like gentle rain, Let us come out of the darkness into the newness of spring.