March's spring breath

 Stubborn raindrops bedazzle branches

bare but for the budding green

and sparsely scattered

early spring blooms.

A mist so fine, so delicate

it only softens the city,

trails the rain-cleansed air...

Breath lingers for a single second.

The chill is nurturing,

joy-bringing, life-giving.

Puddles flood the sidewalks,

balance on a concrete beam

to continue on home.

Sweet reminisces of

a Guatemalan rainy season,

only lacking a cock's crow

the echo of woodsmoke,

a homesickness for a home

I only had as a young child.

Give me the sweet complexity

of a crimson coffee cherry,

breathtaking awe of a waterfall

hundreds of miles high

to the two-year-old eye.

Let me return to

the land of a hundred dialects,

of vibrance and life.

An inexpressible ache

for something "other"...

Brain chemicals are difficult,

let nature feed you with passion,

a longing, a joy, a zest of life.

Let nature bring you

the sweet euphoria of living.

Colors ever more concentrated

in the grey light of March,

look for the sun's spirit

in daffodil and narcissus.

Feel the brief dance of spring

Flowing through your body

carried on intricate scents

of tulip trees and hyacinth.

Sing the song the breezes carry

embrace the dampness

of a drinking tree's bark.

Follow ivy maps, root rivers,

may they bring you joy...

However fleeting, yet intense,

cry those tears, darling.

Let that heart ache

for something still unknown,

it's all a part of life

and life, my dear,

is magnificently gorgeous.