Cool breeze drifting through an open window
Alights on my skin, and imparts upon me
A sense of aimless infatuation.
The silence of winter has given way
To the sounds of life flooding my world
Awash with the subtle hum
Of the frequency of flowers growing
Their roots reach out to be sated by the blood of God
Through the Earth, His flesh, that slowly softens.
Raindrops fall and I wish I could join their journey,
Plummeting to a swift death, and then dispersal
Into quickly running pools of effervescent nothing.
But I cannot ascend.
I wander out into the great green world
To feel the rain soaking my flesh,
Pooling in every fold
And, but for this holy experience,
There is nothing worth receiving.
I kind of have a love/hate relationship with spring.