First, spring starts in a whisper
Limbs reaching and bending
To follow as planed, their circular completion
Silent annual revolution
the desert of the seasons breathes
drenched breaths of honey-suckle.
Quietly delivering a fairness in health
Forgiven by the jasmine
Wealthy familiars in their perfected craft
the will to live thrives and hides
in thickets of climbing fig,
sprouting lazily, with the want of a
heavy life, sustainance for the summer
and love notes in fall
littered daises on the lawn
Swath-range of greens, important variety
rinsing my sight of December’s cruel reign
And filling your somber parts with sun
Relaying swiftly five kinds of songs
About hearts and/or heart things
Crucial variety, fresh lung-language-learning
it is an expansion
not into the
void, but from
within it, glass walls punctured
by roots, pulsing with secrets and promises
of awe.