Spring asks of me
what is it you'd like to create?
How will you reach for the
veins of life coursing in polka dots
through leaves and hair and
the lips of your lover?
What bounty will you bring forth, child,
what will spring forth
warmed by your spirit & watered
by your tears?
It is the warmth and the water,
the light and the covered moss
where all beauty grows.
Warmth and water, love & tears.
These things ask the heart to
open like the first daffodil
in a delicate display of fragile brilliance.
Those who notice it are blessed,
crowned by the wind and the scent
of cherry blossoms.
Open, they all say.
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