Spring in Albion

2558973_sThe gateway of redwood trees allows entry
to this realm of beauty and healing
to the vista of widened river hoping for the sea
to the wild white waters of wind and ocean
the knowing whales swimming deep below

Blossoms
How can one describe these tiny brilliant flowers
Who go from bud to fruit so easily, so quickly really
Each tree so different
The apples in their pale pink to dark pink to almost white
The Asian pears like snowballs from a distance—
big puffs of white all clustered together
And then the queen of the meadow—the ornamental cherry
A huge cloud of pale pink mist, feathers, perfume—she beckons
All who see her, to come near, to be enchanted
By her beauty
And her willingness to expose herself to the elements
And to the river of time
Understanding that her splendor is brief,
But her commitment to rebirth each Spring
Inspires Hope
And the promise of light and renewal
For all who gaze upon her

In the cool velvet darkness
In the middle of the night
In the midst of dreams of passion and confusion
The Moon
claims the landscape and skyscape
Overpowering all else, even at three quarters of her fullness
She lights and delights the creatures of the night—
The roaming deer, raccoons, skunks, night birds
The cats and dogs who awaken, feeling the pulse of energy
That moves the tides
And the few humans who rise from sleep to be bathed for a moment
in the softness of her shining
Her energy too, seeping into the blossoms
The pine and fir and redwoods
The cold, moist green grass

Morning,
this second day of Spring
Spotlights the pale orange and yellow tulips
The white and golden daffodils,
The dew leftover from a frosty night
Covering the meadow with shimmering diamonds
Birds call from fences and treetops
Aware that change is in the air
Time to renew, rebuild, replenish

I listen to the quiet of the air
Feeling the pulses of all my meridians
Preparing for a new season, as well
Preparing to renew, rebuild, replenish
Rejoice
In the Spirit
In the Heart
In the Body
Knowing that this winter of darkness
Has taught me so
And the human path of dis-ease and discomfort
Is part of my path now
But like the Spring,
like Hope
like flowers with their hint of fruit to come
and trees that grow slowly taller and stronger
and birds who migrate, or not
I am part of this earth

And I have simply weathered another season
And I am ready now
To blossom
Once again

Personal Journey, Twist of Fate

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