A Spring Moment

Fresh winds swifting through the trees butterfly their blossoms into blizzards of joy. Blinded to all untenderness I feel the wings descending, ascending spirit of life in me at one with the spring's caress--- a blossom of blossoms, a blizzard of blizzards, and the light of light. I close my eyes and feel the cooling flames about me swirling and swirling, and again open them to the storm unceasing, passionately growing in low green bush and tree. Then, hush! the wind is still. All about me the pink and white blanketing blossoms spread.