March 2, 2019 – Dreaming Reality

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My soul soars with childlike glee

while every bush and sleeping tree

yawns with fresh humility

before the light that magically

wipes away gray dormancy

transforming with pure ecstasy,

its palette filled abundantly

with Spring’s unique majesty.

I hold my breath!

Lest jealous Death-

Old Man Winter’s anarchist-

arrange a final chilling tryst,

her miracles to strip and crush

even as the soft pink blush

warms sweet Camelia’s face

and leave instead to take its place-

but shrivelled hope.

The bitter sting

of lovely Spring

stopped

in her tracks.

Fight back!

Don’t tarry as our hearts quiver,

noses run and bodies shiver.

We wait in silent anticipation

for Summer’s warm emancipation,

our toes to curl in golden sands,

and fireflies snagged by expert hands

as sultry sunset tints the blue

in orange, rose and violet hue.

Sweet Spring,

I see your skillful hand

as you stitch the canvas

of the land-

a tapestry

so richly grand

I understand

why he is jealous.

Cheryl KP

I have been so inspired by Spring’s slow, jerky arrival and so hopeful for new opportunities. Creative juices flow this time of year and last weekend I made this little light catcher. It cheered me so that I kept it for myself and hung it in my bedroom window where the light at sunset falls just right.