Drink it in –
sloping shadows of the sun
skim the placid surface of the lake,
like the long-legged, blue heron.
Embrace the warm blowing winds,
that throw dust into somersaults
before the big storm arrives –
humid air caressing skin with warmth.
Allow the scent of green
to wake you up to the day –
freshly cut blades of dew-kissed grass
and that sharp, honest sting of earth.
Listen closely to the music of the trees.
Each branch offers a different, feathered soloist.
While filling your head with love –
the air fills with waves of song.
After pulling off the cloak of winter,
you deserve this.
Drink it in.
From The Lava Storyteller (Red Mare Press,2013).
Used with the author’s permission.