Time For Celebration

For quite a while we were cursing our almost ice age days and nights Though we got our dear Santa, merry Christmas and fluid delight Tasty chocolate before the fireplace and the warmth nestling in nightshirt Still we were waiting when the sun would tilt to us and hug, - in fresh love Gradually there is green affection playing along with rustling wind Green is playground bubbly with the children in their green of breath A mildly inebriate ease we fill in from the nips of breezy pines A breath of life, ah, in your green hug amidst the vigorous birch and oak Over the distant blue and green hills, scarlet tanagers at play with clouds Cows and lambs graze soft grass sitting in hill side fields of sprawling green Rising from the dewy greenery rapture at play on your chin Scented air from the lilacs call us to an unknown dance In silent steps, in a dim blue light, comes up full moon over the hill In moonlit night all are wild in denial about their disease and death The wild animals have come out too in order to be into each other's heat Spring in life is as transient as a water bubble on a lotus leaf __________________________________________________________________ March 20, 2016