Spring poem

Whithered, you weathered the winter

enclosed in this cocoon.

Shrunken in spirit, 

dormant, or near it.

Heart and body, entombed.

But now warmer winds are riding

on rippling waves of light,

down to the earth - 

a time of rebirth.

The end of cold, dark Night.

You feel your soul reaching outward

flexing, testing itself.

Shiny and new

with the spring morning dew.

Blooming almost in spite of yourself.

The blades beneath your bare feet,

in a green and tender flood -

behind their pretense

you nonetheless sense

their nectar pell-mell in your blood.

The violet scent of the lilacs,

the warmth of the sun in your hair.

A wind-chiming breeze

blows by you with ease,

cajoling you into the air.

For Nature has remembered

and delivered on her promise.

Her most precious jewel - 

this time of renewal.

A world of never-been-kissed.

Commanding you too to remember

the beauty buried inside.

You've left  your cocoon,

your wings will dry soon.

Your season is here,

Now go fly.