On this day

On this day, I live in the land of plenty. I count my blessings on both hands, sometimes both feet too. Surrounded by a color of green so vibrant, so alive, so nurturing, it bathes my soul in delight. 

On this day, I laugh so hard my stomach jiggles with joy - my belly is full, my heart content and I feel like I am falling in love with the whole world.

On this day, I am so full of inspiration, it fills the entire length of my body, inspires tears at the sight of simple signs, at melodies in songs, photographs and art pieces.

On this day, I am conspiring to find ways to love you more deeply, devising mischievous plots to share this joy with you. I'm diving into the depths of the Earth's beauty, seeing daffodils for the first time, rewriting my story, filling in the gaps, creating my own happy ending starting right now.

Seedling at Spring Equinox

Succulent.

Faery flags.

Victory garden, phase one.

Seedlings catching some rain.

Season turns

pace quickening

spirit rested

yet body remains cold

chilled air 

on vulnerable skin

still gently sleeping

dreaming

seedling.

Nourish me,

bathe me in honesty, 

unbridled emotion.

Feed me sultry kisses,

late night moonlit dances.

Equalize darkness within

as the sun balances 

the moon,

sing me whole again.

Daffodil Daydream

Daffodils on my windowsill.

Subtle.

Closed eyes 

envision daffodils;

long, thin, green stems

giving rise to six petals 

a perfectly balanced star

of oh-so-creamy white

soft, pale yellow at center

just enough to stand out

whisper hello,

capture my imagination.

Tears fall where

words should be,

pen on paper

fingers on keyboard

clumsy and shy

doubting 

wanting 

but not knowing

how to sing

the truth of daffodils

as winter waves goodbye.