Under the sun, tulips straightening out petals, cats kneading paws, birds cooing to find mates, and my eyelids drape like blankets, keeping my inner vision warm and fuzzy – light gently leaking in through edges, colors transforming…

Between an equinox and an eclipse, April is showering. Spring rain, like a lover’s buttery sweat, whispers aliveness. It allures tiny curious buds to take shapes of their own…

The lush has taken over. Once spindled branches and silent stalks have emerged to their fullness. I feel the wild again, that only sun can bring. A gregarious green grimaces outside my window, obscuring my once unconditional view, speaking of life…

The beauty in a sharp chill’s satisfying snap slips between my fingers, as a wandering wind rushes through, willing me to hasten home. Hugging tight, shoulders to ears, something brightens in my contraction…

Someone is watering the wild magic of spring, you can hear it in the walking clouds and sudden rain. The weather has a young mood, like a toddler trying on shoes. Shoes running down streets again with shouts startling birds, startling us…

The motion and emotion of eternal recurrence of transition; the embodiment of cadence; the path between resonance and dissonance, tension and release – bloom – speaks of life’s richness overflowing…