Through the mist,
in the dead of winter,
live the shadows of spring.
Shades of change awaiting rebirth
as the path from dark turns to light
in a beautiful calmness and clearing
of all waking dreams.
Pleasant afternoons with evening magic
resurface under a canopy of blue and mystic skies.
It’s like sleep walking through seasons
of golden serenity
while watching the metamorphosis of nature —
spring bursting out in orchards, blooming, blossoming.
Southern mystery bathes in spring rain,
and the oak trees salute in glory,
a moment of perfect beauty captured in a field of solitude.
Pillars of bark and leaves align them selves
calling the sun, teasing it through and through.
Imagine the depth of each bloom,
the secret of each blade,
the breath of each life.
This takes me, pulls me, enfolds me
with reflections of green on a canvas of nature.