Spring is springing once more.
Tender buds beginning to peak,
Unfold.
New life
Bursting through damp soil;
Up beyond last falls sacrificial
Leaves released by trees.
Spring.
Awakened by the
Love of the sun.
Shoots of green growing new among trees
Joyously joining
Wise old branches of time.
And again and again it ends and begins
As we come and go.
A natural knowing among earth and sky,
Moon and sun.
Each taking their turn.
Their ways unspoken
In the
Natural knowing.
Ah
But I breathe.
I hear a sigh escape your lips
As you see the colors too.
As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.
They do their final dance for us.
And they return to the
Earth
That nourished them.
Some ride the wind so delicately.
Others seem out of control
As if fighting the pull of gravity.
Ultimately they all fall.
We endure.
I feel the warmth of your skin
As
You move closer.
This knowing between us,
It is time to hold each other.
This sorrow,
We must let it envelope us
If we are to ever love through winter.
I must write today.
I must paint the sun
In rhymes.
Or not.
I must urge you to taste the
Rain
With your heart.
Become the air as it dances with
The leaves of the trees.
I ask you to
Close your eyes
And
Let a cloud roll
Off
Your tongue.
Sense the heat of the sun
As it plays on your skin.
Take notice as the ink amuses itself in your
Mind,
Leaving every word a memory indelibly
Impressed upon your soul.
Forever a part of you.
Chole Into Diamonds 