I see the first green of spring nudging its way into view.
Yesterday morning giggling raindrops shlopped and slid their way through my hair,
Tickling my cheeks,
Parachuting, careening and crashing down onto hungry plants,
Thirsty creeks,
The decay of fallen leaves turning hardened rock into thin layers of soil,
The slow transformation of barrenness into fresh and new,
Birth and life pulsing the fingerprint residue of an initiated circle of giving,
A tacitly, ancient testimonial to living breath
Infusing thrown out dreams and desires to rocket out of death’s moldy casket hold,
Freshly born buds and blooms,
Securely wrapped in nurturing, fresh twig wombs,
Waiting to explode and display,
Brilliant colors shining from fields of praise,
Unseen powers from their blazing flowers, swaying branches,
Whispering hope into tired ears,
Pushing the levers and the gears to twinkling smiles,
Stomachs satisfied yummy, all rubbed warm and happy,
And I know this is way to sappy,
But I’m just a little kid longing to sail off into the liquid blue sky,
Bounce the brilliant, golden bobblehead ball of sun off the peaks of mountaintops
Until its plastic shell just lets go and pops,
Light running out over the floodplains of the universe,
Radiant energy melting cold, bitter snow guardians of the night,
Releasing all my childhood imagination friends into the solid approach of an eternal day.
I’ve been stuck in this winter way too long.
I just can’t hold it down any more in the catacombs of my dreams.
It’s twitching with the first beams of the morning’s yawn and the sparkling, moisture-laden air’s
lingering hue,
And if you look, you can see the first raw green of spring nudging its way into view.