SHE

"It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart...." -Rainer M. Wilke

                                                    

She was a  new day. A day of innocence.

She squeezed  bleeding hearts till they popped.

She pulled out all of the new purple flowers. Stuffed them in a bucket.

She burbled at smarty alec robins.

Saw the clouds drift by.  The colour of marshmallow.

 She sang. Her song tumbled out in giggles.

Her grubby little hands reached for a fluff of gold . Beyond her reach.

She danced under  trees. Gathered buttercups.

 She was one  and the same. Greatest bliss.

 

She stomped in rain. Puddles plopped. Worms wobbled.

She touched roses. And they knew her.

She laughed with a sound of bubbles. 

She dreamed dreams. Of hopes. 

She made light into  light. Dark into day.

Stars from her eyes. And She sighed.

 Her fingers traced gold wisps in the air. She was content.........

"She was like springtime distilled  into a person..."

                                 -Laini Taylor

Photographs 2021