Days of winter wet, overcoat days and duck down nights.
We wake to analyse the shuttered light, peering through the gloom,
and listen for the signs of windblown leaves or spattered rain;
our blanket moods grown heavy with the wait.

But today is quietly bright and smells of sunlight.
A sky of cotton clouds, backed with blue
that lighten the shadows and bring fresh hope.
Lost plans begin to stir, eager for their chance to shine.

Spring heat livens air our bodies crave,
motivating bones and cleansing blood.
Glorious days await for us to breathe
new life, spring juice, joy and jollity.

Tangled trees stand sentinel on the land.
Plants will race to flower and bees will buzz;
All beings welcome sunshine’s vital warmth,
as we exchange the breath of life together.

This sacred place where rampant nature rules
and human feelings change with every kind of sky.
While deeper down our inner spirit waits
under the many masks that cloak our freedom.

We need the sun inside to reach an inner light;
but how to speak of this illusive source
that is our truth and yet goes far beyond
the confines of our small familiar stage.

Words fail to say what we can barely sense,
in silence, in nature, touching the beloved.
All is one in cyclic presence;
just breathing with the beauty here.