Spring

Blood, she comes now. I can feel her. How close we are to life.

Body knows the ancient secrets, with generous reply.

 

Blissful reckoning with distant past, and consort standing by,

resolution is humbly woven and desire-driven, welcoming the new bride.

 

Beauty becomes each breath as life gives way to life,

consenting to that which passes.

 

Spring is here on happy wings for all the secrets bestowed

from winter’s ravenous grounding in the dark fathoms below,

hungry to know itself in every texture of love’s unfolding.

 

Eyes, they blink to see what is finally recognized.

Hello, dear friend. Welcome, again, welcome, again.