Myriads of seasons and joys

bring me to this sweet afternoon

where lilacs embrace me with the extravagance

of their perfume.

Such luxury.  A hundred thousand corollas

shine with their singular expression.

The softness of one,

joined in a chorus of scent

so profoundly moving.

I hear their chant

in my bones

and taste their nectar.

Thank you for this kiss of immortality

ever sweet,

every Spring,

your gift of love.

I hear the whistle

before I see it.

All bright yellow with flashy black wings

and scarlet head covering.

I bow to your glorious

beauty that honors the divine.

Your colors sing to my heart.

I feel the rising up of joy

until my spirit flies with you.

I am above the trees too

and coursing straight and true

to the vast embrace of the sky

with every sky-born atom

pulsing with your breath.

I can barely

bring myself to breathe in

this exquisite blessing.

I am so alive with joy

I can’t think

I can only praise

and give thanks.

I have known the secret

of my great beauty

all my life.

The mountain’s smooth

rhythmic undulation

told me she understood.

The water

of all pure ever-renewing

life,

spoke to me of my own

life giving love ~

that poured forth

from me

as easily

as the ocean’s tides.

Bees whispered

about flower nectar

and knew

the honey buzzing

hive

of my Queen within.

Storms cracked lightning

to acknowledge

the enormous power

of my seeing

and touching you and the world.

If you touch me

here, there,

from my neck ~

to the palm of my hand ~

to my earlobe ~

and every blessed mile

of the sacred land ~

then you know

how alive I am.

The summer storm

electrifying the sky

with cracks of power

and fierce thunderings

is so near

to my own skin

your life is spared

in the moments of touch.