Promise

I smell you in the air

It tastes so warm and light

I want the promise of the struggling Plant breaking the earth

I want to be alive in the wind that carries the sound of a baby bird waiting for his mother's return

I want to behave and have faith like spring

It breathes promise

It believes in yesterday and wakes up today

Alive it screams and lulls me in to it's dream

Fields of growth

waiting and perfectly timed it's pregnancy is brought to term

The delivery is so familiar and yet unique to the present moment

It's syrupy and sweet

pure liquid delight

and yet spring never frowns

The parade eventually must end and everyone packs up and goes home

I guess as it rests on warm sheets of promise it knows to let go

and dream of the parade for the next year

BY JRN