Spring
A softness in the air'
A sweetness that wasn’t there before
The trees grow heavy
Branches bow under the weight of fruit not yet ripened
petals not fully opened
An abundant quiet over flow.
Flowers spilling into themselves
color deepening on sweetly scented berries
fragrance thick enough to linger on the the skin
Familiarity with nature
like the body remembering something ancient
how to soften,
how to receive light,
how to hold sweetness without apology
Spring lingers in the un between
where everything is almost too much
and not enough
that is where she’s most alive.