Springing
We can taste the green
of spring on our skin,
let the red of roses
ignite against the blue
of sky
and the brown of soil
We can dazzle in yellow
petals of flowers,
and climb the trunk
of every tree, all vivid
life surpassing any marvel
made by man
We can feel the sun
warming the water
with sparkles,
while boats rock
like cradles on the waves,
fiercely soothing
We can hear the everything
of spring,
the bugs and birds
celebrating in hums and trills,
as we step softly
along the dirt path
There is this always
beneath our feet,
within our sight,
the touch
of senses
in full completion
And the flavors and textures
of thought interlap
every sense,
so that bitterness blends
sour into the salty surprise
of sweet amazement
And the slow dissolve
of one thing to another,
like how change wrestles
holding on
into submission
to what’s next
2/24/26