Spring

Sun of sweet nectar is now
Returning over the wind bright valley.
Birds are possibilities
In the blue sky.

Traditional surge of spring time
Stirs the earth's roots wakened.
Warm,
Clear vibrancy
And plentitude of days,
Expanding. 

So many cordial offspring
Sing like silver in the sun.
Bright like butterflies
Bursting.
Light like stained glass windows
Magnified,
Reflecting infinity. 

The air is joy,
And pure
Patched blue bastions of the sky
Blend bounties on the hills.
Billowing white clouds
Are rolling down the green,
And sailing towards the sun.

Moon vibrations
And spreading leaves
Shakes shadows awake
At night.

Rebirth of relics; return
Of former glories.
Arrivals chase the gray skeletons
Over clear fields at midnight. 

Lifts weight from reflexes.

Bright opportunity's draught
As star.
Shocked instruments humming.
"Slow chromatic upward surge of metaphysical perception." 
And perfumed at the dark edge
Of cold winds in shaken trees.
You can feel it coming
In the nuptial air at night.
Poised on the limit of delicate branch,
Any number of potential futures
Blooming, and blowing all about.