A New Spring

The Spring 

is a new morning 

that is fresh from a night's rain.

 

The birds now

bring the Dawn Chorus.

To me 

a welcome invitation 

to lie in bed and listen

To crisp bright song, 

a joy,
 a sensuous promise,

a primal pairing

of touch,

of warmth,

and an assurance 

of love. 

In the forest,

the flowers arrive

 like old friends,

The lush new leaves erupt

and spread their palms

to catch the sun.

 The warm days welcome 

a tidal exploration,

a discovery

of all

 the tide has left

behind.