In the soft Spring breeze
A flurry of pink and white, like snow
Tickling storms fill a still young season
As blossoms invite, and touch the world
Of sight and sense
Breezes of lightened air, dressed heavy with scent
day in blossom, and it fills every thing
with the wonder of nascence.
As if tiny notes on strings of air
Petals make music felt at heart
And every sinew reaches for tenderness
To gather the warm sun, waterous air
And ride the rising tide of life;
to mate the inner desire
And the outward touch as they unfold
And bare to every occurrence of moving air
Blossoms seek as flowers need
The reckoning of an inner seed, a wish
To be like all things that reach to the sky
