A thousand wonder-worries cloud the night—but
play in shadows and in light,
soar in time, moon-drunk, star-dazzled,
as wind whispers to water, flow, live–
and if you dream, recall
the luscious, languid sighs
of pink-petaled branches after the storm,
and the cool-blue smell of sky and air—
in honeyed sunglow,
watching the diamond spray
of spring rain on ripening buds,
for the moment to embrace
color, to heal the world.
My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She knows spring is on its way.