"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Dear God! The flower buds sigh and strech,
Their eager petals to kiss the spring and undress
in its warm breath.
The final shiver slips through little leaves,
before a burst of green implodes to caress
the thin branches of those wintered trees.
Like persephone, each little flower emerges from frosty ground
vital again after two seasons darkness.
Blessed by sweet Helios they stretch their arms in prayer
and give spring a floral crown to wear.