spring things

Spring things arrive, assaulting eyes unused; Hollowed by a winter grey, whitened paint infused. Bleeding sudden kaleidoscopes to landscapes, Cacophonies of endless greetings, drowning pain As nature comes with energies and hunger once again. Along a garden wall in shades of many trees Where grasses lean to show the shallows, left by bended knees, Winter mourns the missing; finding solace spring allows. Into the blossoms of her bosoms’ bounty boughs. Each year, the trees and grasses form a springtime here. Shadows burst to life inserting wisdom to our trowels, Flagstones, Breadcrumbs, Streaks of dappled sun through arbor boughs. Clouds of every nation’s hue, the garden wall allows. Beneath the trees, along this wall, Where mother earth colludes with all To waken us again to waiting lives. Where we will walk in morning light, And say goodbye to Winter’s night. Follow footsteps west, to trace the sun, Feeling radiance shine on us as daylight meets us there. Each mornings’ border brings a new frontier. Where things are quiet, unborn yet of fear. Finishings are left; beginnings yet to be. New is all there is for us to see. Eyes search skies of azure blue, Ears detecting every clue. Hearts wait here for birth of love, A comfort known by few. Upon a log with gnarled burls of hardened skin We find a resting bench, With green moss tablecloths Grown from the earth In its slow-moving wisdom, This tree laid down its life centuries ago, Knowing one day we would come, To sit upon its broad back and learn that faith Is sharing life through patience and sacrifice. Nearby, the ocean waves create a spray That towers over all, providing raindrops Sent to splash upon the garden wall. As dew drops form on maple leaves; so small. Although each soul is born to different bendings, Spring shall lend itself to form a call New beginnings, giving birth to endings That one day beckon every drop To somehow find its fall.