Through the mist,
cradled outside the tunnel of light,
I leave behind the winter
and now reside in the shadows of spring.
Shades of change awaiting rebirth
as the path from dark turns to light
in beautiful calmness and clearing
of all waking dreams.
Pleasant afternoons with evening magic
resurface under a canopy of blue and mystical 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,
the dogwood in angelic modes,
the tulips in rainbow vibrancy,
all in moments of perfect beauty captured in fields of solitude.
I want to meet you there
kindly enticing me to awake from slumber.
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
the sound of every birth.
This takes me, pulls me, enfolds me
with reflections of green on a canvas of nature
allowing me to forget the length and mystery of its arrival.
I am born again.