I step outside this gray spring morning.
How melodious the sound of rain meeting the metal roof;
How delightful to my ears this song of water drops each colliding and melding together,
Flowing to the gutters and spilling onto the soil.
How beautiful the sensation of this dance;
Water kissing my skin.
If I listen close I can hear the earth drinking and absorbing
It all in;
As does my heart and soul,
Quenching this thirst.
Spring showers wash over her
And She rises,
Growing anew as if a
Spring flower reaching forth
Through raw earth to meet
Life;
Growth.
Moving in close,
His hair smells like wind and storms.
His skin feels like life.
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Bloom at once with a touch.
A smile.
Submerged in the song of our
Heartbeats.
Unison.
Harmony.
Strum;
A new tune begun.
I was born in the spring but
I have a winter soul.
I am in love with cold and snow.
My blood runs hot.
It is a wonderful thing
To throw the windows open in spring
And look upon the world.
I stand still and welcome the air
Come
Saturate my skin.
Better yet
The morning dew is winking at me
And the smell of fresh cut grass is teasing me.
“ Come play, come play”
They say
Knowing precisely how to lift my spirits,
So out i go.
And my mind eases
And i forget my troubles as i settled my tired Bones
Amongst the roots, bugs and soil.
Lifting my gaze to the sky
And closing my eyes,
Humming softly to myself
I am free.
These spring flowers will not
Delay their blooming on our
Account;
Just because We are busy.
They wait for no human.
Nor the trees, come fall
To
Drop their leaves.
We are merely
Passerby’s,
Yet
All joining one another as our
Physical shells return to the earth
In the end.
We are the experience.
Spring is springing
And I cannot contain my excitement
As each morning new buds appear
Through
Soil awakening.
Fresh colors bursting.
Singing,
“Come alive with me!”
They do not make a fuss
As they appear,
Basking in whatever weather may be.
They delight. They delight.
As do I as I open my eyes;
Each morning more life.
People always try to make you choose.
Trying to figure you out.
Do you like cats or dogs,
Lakes or the ocean?
Mountains or deserts?
Sunrise or sunset,
Rain or sunshine?
Spring, summer, fall or winter?
You can like it all you know.
You do not have to choose.
Leave them confused.
Do not rush spring
Because winter
Was too long.
Enjoy the awakening
And the return of
Each flowers sweet scent.
The delicate unfolding of each petal.
Each opening of
Every new growth on the branch
Of the pussy willow
And push of the tenacious root through soil.
Feel the awakening of the moment
As they too welcome and embrace you.
And spring has sprung once again.
Why do I always
Doubt
She will return?
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