The trees arose before the dawn of spring
The running of their sap waking them up
Pulsing invisible and potent
Underneath their bark
Inciting buds to swell
And now their scent
Sent delicate through branch and blossom
Has touched the air with some delicious summons
To wake me up
The way the sap aroused the trees
Aliveness pumping through my piqued awareness
Ah Spring! Such gratitude you raise
As you invoke this nameless joy
That fills my days.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 9, 2012
Ahhhhh! Nice one.
Yup. It's shared.