Sweet fragrances
drift on Spring’s current.
Life rising up
awakening all possibilities.
Ice over restless waters,
sighing, expanding, cracking,
singing sacred sounds
beyond word.
Yielding to the Light.
Waters huffing
with conscious force,
like breath of fire.
Breathing in and out
pulled and pushed
by our distant Star.
Why do we resist
this rhythmic
solar breath,
this pulse of fire?
Why do we pretend
we don’t belong?
Giving false allegiance to
deadlines, agendas, ticking time?
Today’s a fine day to
surrender to the Sun,
to embrace
our true sustaining source.
If only for dawn’s first burst of light,
dusk’s prismatic salute adieu.