More about Spring

Change of cycles circling above
At the North Pole
as it slowly turns
into the season we call Spring,
to the South Pole.

This beginning of lilacs blooming
Jazmin fragrance inthe night space
Angel honey flowers bordering the
Great Fig Tree,

The cycles have travelled
Impregnating the air with change
and as you walk with her,
the rise stirs each step,
and the fall of her breath settles all impatience.

Spring is announcing its North Wind
cutting through the thickness of confusion,
the West wind slides through the branches
Instigating the dance of its leaves,
The South wind rolling with its playfulness
below each Sun,

Tickling your belly
and the early East Wind
Galloping among the fields,
in an awakening fully present.