sea sounds, dank odor of
lowtide,
creeping Spring carries melt of
harsher climes.
She stokes the fire to remember
warmth
when the Sun was high and
strong, and present.
Fire has its own secrets, its
own order.
As do we all, each our own
furnace,
nurturing a flame that is
destiny.
So old, She has been burnt by
many flames --
blistered, scarred, hardened.
She still feels every one,
tastes
fiery spice, seasonings,
marinades.
*
"Was I a woman, then, upon the
Earth,
feeling sweet breeze of early
Spring
uplift my being when returning
birds
and budlings made ready for new
beginnings?"
*
Her every motion, every smile,
every word
is a prayer of grace.
Her touch, her kiss, her breath
like a desert spring,
encourages life as celebration.
*
Spring was a torrent of
clarity, precious rain,
Earth coarse, ready for fecund
pleasure.
Queen of night in daylight's
realm
obsessed in
flowering,
roses and
daffodils,
valleys and nubile
hills.
*
Kind wind, scent of
Spring,
travels still
extending.
Tingle of
choice
bound up in
change.
Colours mingle, edge into
mauves and teals, wisps of
shade
and Sun,
tender,
poignant,
a drifting melody.
*
Passion resurrects in
Spring,
uplifted from weathered
ground,
returned to
sensuality.
Fire’s essentiality
well-heed, well-come,
well-found.
Risen out from sacred
water
into prophetic
air.
Sing! (o’brilliant fling of
sparkling)
*
startled Moon, Faery Queen or
fabled harlot,
stirs perfumed night blooms,
expelling myths of what we
cannot bear.
*
Spells of renewal, of power to
reflect
upon faltering, to perceive
seed now grown,
re-blend still and
ever.
Invoking destiny of dissolving
age,
hint of flame tinting horizon
before true dawn.
Taste piquant peace in each
breath,
each
incarnation.
Draw strength to impeccably
recharge.
*
Anxious remnants of
winters,
layered ice
memories,
frozen bleak hellstorms of
regret.
Unrelenting chill, sludge
miserable, wet.
Yet the willing may
recall,
hear adventure’s primal
reverie,
surge ahead, new forays toward
peace
every spring.
*
*
Renewal
*
*
Lavish blooming
trees,
branches
sway,
pick up
tempo.
Jiggin’ 'n'
jivin'.
Jaunty flaunt of
Spring.
Look at us flounce our
skirts,
roll our
hips,
licking our
lips
ready to rollick,
unkink,
uncork pleasure’s
blaze.
*
Let the goodtimes
roll
down fresh verdant
hillside,
winter's
sorrows
spilling out like
seed.
Cleansed
free.
Elegant foolery open to
bountiful showers.
Flagrant flowers, emergent
liberation.
Layered legend long ripens,
tangled,
mired below in
torpid traipse through dust and
gloom.
Swept into light as
destiny,
revealed by labor of
cultivation,
excavated, bestowed honored
place
in ritual
chorus.
Celebrate
‘round hallow table, exultant
vibration.
Energies blend,
fuse.
Recombinant winds call timeless
tunes.
Rhythmic movements re- and un-
engage,
ever change,
never wholly
new.
*
*
In Spring we speak of
seeds.
Bundled
possibilities
foresee market days hale and
fair.
Succulent fruit, trilling
herbs,
vitalizing
veggies
and all the spicy chatter of
conviviality.
*
First there was the
seed
plowed under to taste
Earth,
swell with
water,
burst into fecund brew
designing
cells of chlorophyll to catch
the fire,
symbiotically breathe,
exchange,
enrich atmosphere, feed broader
life
when the warm kiss of Spring
touches the
earth,
bringing promise of joyous
rebirth.
*
And the sky.
And the
breeze
wrinkling the
trees.
And the red-pink-blue of
sunset, so late
these endless evenings.
Spring, they say.
Dreams of younger
days.
Terrified because no safe world
awaits,
gives
continuity.
*
It was a warm and windy day,
bittersweet in springtime.
The trees, newly leaved,
swayed in the warm, sweet
melody.
*
Healing balm of
Spring,
washing winter
sorrows
in hope of warm
tomorrows,
the flowering they
bring.
*
*
Spring Medley
*
*
Air clear as a free-running stream
tumbling over country rocks and minty greenery
Clear soft air of early spring
Breathing satsang, reeling eternity,
While running 'cross the straight-lined highway
-- shouting
"Hey sky, embrace me!" shouting
I embrace the air and call it Love.
*
I love you, love you, love you, love you
I
Form, Words, Action
I in motion
I in tumbling, stumbling, crazy image
kaleidoscope
over 'n' over
love you, love you, love you, love you
Capture the essence for an almost noninstant
Capture the image of groping, grabbing, grasping
gazing heartfelt on release, but
love you, love you, love you, love you
insane, insatiable
cannot touch release of
love you, love you, love you, love you
Smothering in the too pure air.
*
Hey, Springtime,
got some time to be wasting.
So I tracked a songbird
on a still bare treebranch,
and joined it in song.
What wonder the woods bring.
I can't contain it.
Thistle and briar weeds
cmy imagination,
grow wild and tangly
all through my mind.
*
*
Aries
*
*
Warrior fire ablaze.
Crackling blade upraised.
Roar of vital battle, gains,
ascends o’er night
in song and story.
Forward soar in glory.
(Look at you!
You know we do,
hypnotized awake,
'cause you so fine.)
Beam sunshine, outpace clouds.
Thrill kowtowing crowds.
Keep rambunctious sheep
transfixed with hot, arching flame.
Now bow and jaunt. Play merry, frilly sprite.
Awed by
shot-loud presence, resonance, disdain,
fawning acolytes applaud.
Proud, sparkling,
charge fiercely into each new
dawn.
Initiate, ignite.
*
