Birds of a Feather

Spring Equinox has come at last As morning dawns from winter’s night New dreams revealed from seasons past Soft petals open to the light As morning dawns from winter’s night Awareness drawn from dreamers keep Soft petals open to the light Evoking visions from the deep Awareness drawn from dreamer’s keep A guiding light that shines desire Evoking visions from the deep Open to sweet love passion’s fire A guiding light that shines desire Beckoning birds of feather home Open to sweet love passion’s fire Sing harmony, spring season poem Beckoning birds of feather home Synchrony of fecundate soul Sing harmony spring season poem Open heart to awaken whole Synchrony of fecundate soul A gathering of light transpires Open heart to awaken whole To blossom forth our true desires A gathering of light transpires New dreams revealed from seasons past To blossom forth our true desires Spring Equinox has come at last