A poem for the season

What to do about Spring?

Watch:

the way the window opens into sunshine

the way the soft air coaxes

all those with wings

into its wafting currents

the way the earthbound pad, lumber,

scurry,

prance,

sniff their way to each other

No matter what kind of a person you are

spring comes to you

in the radiant green surging up

through last year’s mottled grasses

in the rotten leaves fresh

with the fragrance of decay-

the hidden buds of mushrooms

in the clouds billowing

over the western mountains

like dragons full of fire and water

This world is too wild

to care about your crimes

-- too pure

to be stained by thought

Forgive yourself

Sit quietly

Breathe into the charmed air

Let spring’s grace filled arms

hold you while you slowly wake