Ode to Spring
There is a Time of Year
that lies yawning –
Stretching the Space
between Seasons
Days – Weeks of Promise
when, depending on the Solstice
We stand between cold
Dread and warm Anticipation
There is a Time of Year
that takes the plant Roots deep –
Makes its Moves from inner
Signals
Cosmic Calls of ice-filled
Lakes –
Frost – Cold –Wind –Snow
and Rain
Skies of November resemble a Day in March
When steel-gray Clouds
give small Comfort or Promise of Warmth
Finally, winter loses
Strength –
A Seed begins its brave
invisible
Ascent to early Suns too pale for warming
Only Faith supports our
Skin and Bones
Now chilled and blue with
Longing
For spring the winter’s
Damage to atone
There is a Time of Year
that shivers
While we, like Children,
short-sighted
And burning with Desire
cannot wait
For howling, whistling
Winds
To blow away the old and
bring upon the New –
The autumnal Days of early
spring are rude –
They tease and taunt
without Remorse
There is a Time of Year
too short to name until
Azure fills a Sky of
cotton Clouds –
Jonquil Petals open with
the Violet
Green Grass quivers with
the Flights of little Bees
Whose Legs are yellow
Pollen laden –
Daffodil sits up with Hyacinth
upon the Hill
The Moth awakes to fly on
parchment Wing
The Seasons turn – Gaia
smiles – naming spring.
(c) Kleomichele Leeds
BEN
Kin 173, Red Self-Existing Skywalker
I define in order to explore
Measuring wakefulness
I seal the output of space
With the self-existing tone of form
I am guided by the power of universal water
I am a galactic activation portal
Enter me.
Cube day 12: Human Free Will power. Every humanly created object in the world that we see is a result of a process of visualization, projection and manifestation.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2013-2014.
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