with unspeakable joy
spring is tapping against my
window.
she is alive.
she is radiant.
she is ecstatic.
she doesn’t want me to
miss her performance again
(as i have, too many times
before).
just feeling her energy in the
trees, the stiffness of winter
disappears.
she sings through the
throats of birds & dances on
flower petals.
she’s waking me up
earlier every day & barely
lets me
sleep.
o earth. o goddess. o woman.
remind me how to fall in
love;
make of me soil so my
soul can
blossom.