Thursday, March 17, 2016
No Mere Breeze
When the craving comes around again
oh, forty-five minutes after the last
(such an addict) I step outside
Cocking a shoulder against a pesky breeze
ducking my head into the lee of me
for all the world like a bird, head-in-wing
I light up, puff…
My thoughts are still on inside things – work mostly
But over that cocked shoulder comes a little whispering song
“No mere breeze am I; I am spring’s very zephyr!
And he who feels me sees: trees budding pink as ever.”
Bemused, I take a gander around
and sure enough I spy a few small trees
just urging into first bloom
So fleeting… just a few days and the buds will be gone
beauty I’d never have noticed
but for the wind’s soft song
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Oh the surprise when spring is upon us... maybe it is time to raise our heads. To watch and be...
ReplyDelete“No mere breeze am I; I am spring’s very zephyr!
ReplyDeleteAnd he who feels me sees: trees budding pink as ever.”
I love this!!
To be surprised, one has to be out in nature. The prompt to take that step out of doors must be taken - that first step to something new, something challenging, something rewarding. Well said!
ReplyDeleteI too love this part:
ReplyDelete“No mere breeze am I; I am spring’s very zephyr!
And he who feels me sees: trees budding pink as ever.”
I am anxiously awaiting for the first blooming here ~
Happy enlightenment!
ReplyDelete:-) ZQ
A love affair with Spring!
ReplyDeleteWork of Life
ReplyDeleteaway from
Nature..
Flower
sings
come
back we're waiting..:)