The spring leaves dream by the creek
Of knowing resurrection,
Gathering trance like with frequent intermissions,
Bedding iridescent beetles and butterflies
In their pillowy bosom,
As the pink-orange dawn
opens its eyes and wags its tail.
I have stayed up all night for this,
The creek rippling its song
Over smooth stones drinking
To their heart’s content.
I see fish swirling, and bubbling up
To taste the air, then plashing back down,
Billowing an echo on the surface
Of the water.
And the birds with their colorful gowns
Bright and warbly,
Trilling tongue entangled lyrics
That beckon me like a young lover,
And send adrenaline to my heart.
This grand simmering hypnotizes me,
Clears the spiderwebs behind my eyelids,
Makes my mind creep softly down
Into the wisdom of the day..