Upon the end of winter’s nod and blink
buds of purple, plum and pink
appeared and opened to share fragrance
Sweet enough to match the beauty
more intense than one would think
Like lotus floating in the air
tulip blossoms suddenly there
On the tree that sat with knobby twig
through winter’s short days
cold, rain, or fair
Spring awaits no clock or human
just blossoms forth when it can
Bear stood staunch and stoic
anchored like a boulder
midstream at the top of rushing minor waterfall
leaning into all the river pushing against her
massaging her backside
She waited
with absolute faith
knowingness
and joyous anticipation
until glittering salmon
jumped into her paws and mouth
(No mental gyrations about self-worth and deservedness here…)
The canopy of shivering leaves
danced the light across her face
Waking up dreams of soft spring days
followed by warm summer nights
each magical in their own way
On their own day
one moment at a time…
Once in a while or a day
it’s a great idea to play
to stand things on their head
or turn them around instead
Imagine, if you will
the surprises that can arise
when, with flow, you flex and turn
yet centered, in Spirit still
Whence the bottom becomes top
and the world, it flip flops
Let the child in you be awake
for the joy of it, for goodness sake…
After these years together
as some sparkling new day begins
so many times I notice
it’s déjà vu all over again
Familiarity, it seems
(at least, in our experience)
causes not contemptuous lip
Instead a deepening of Love
With new eyes, I see you again
a whole new being with tender spots
and blossoming heart
Ever richer connection
A child with great imagination
stood at the brink of insight
With a smile upon her face
eyes of wonder and mystery
softened even the toughest heart
As fantastic stories of epic proportion
flowed from her mind
tickling her lips on arrival
