Ah Spring,
she sneaks in
wearing nothing but
raindrops and lace
and the promise
of a green summer gown.
Burgeoning beauty
that she is
she offers us
a dance.
Put on your finest
pinks and yellows,
she says,
shine in your splendor,
unfurl your petals
and make love
to the bees.
Tenderly hold
each blossom,
inhale its beauty,
and then joyfully
dance on.
We are the kiss,
she says,
we are the embrace,
we hold life blossoming
and death returning
in this dance
of motion
and stillness
and love.
Our Beautiful Heart 
Ahh. Exquisite. Thank you Lorraine.
Thank you, John!
makes my heart sing!
Aw thanks, sweet sis!
Beautiful poem, Lorraine. So uplifting and magical.
I so appreciate you stopping in and reading, Cat. Thank you!
Makes me feel like joining in the dance!
Happy birthday, Lorraine! (March 28)
Barbara, so nice to see you here! Thank you for stopping by and joining in the dance. ❤