A Moment of Spring

The cadence of light off leaves, a symphony in green and yellow and blue, a soft brush and a quiet stroke from the eye to the earth. Bitten into stillness, Restfullness, Readiness, to be disturbed and slashed through only with symbiosis. For the weary touch of mid-day sun, a thankful floating respite. For the windbound whispers, a crescendo. There is no wide enough berth, but you don't mind it. You live to uphold the world with a tender touch, and be held in turn, caught between brown embraces. Quietly, Resolutely, in your greens and yellows and blues.