This Is Spring

Waking to the sound of a rain blessing
and the Truth winds blowing through me.

This is new sky, again
and a reunion with pussywillows.

The leaves, wide-eyed and fresh,
growing toward you and me and quickly.

There is nowhere I'd rather be
than here, with my raw and humming heart.

This is Spring and the dust that covered everything
is just winter's fear and settling, swept away.

A song for all day long and ever
is now no longer silent.

Spring.