Monday, April 20, 2020

New growth slices up through soaked soil,
Fingering its way to heaven, bursting. 
Pushes aside worms and pebbles to feel
Warm sun pulsate and energize, rises,

Back arched and face lifted upward with an 
Elated grin. Beaming. Its arms reach out,
Palms open for morning breeze to tip-toe
Between its fingers; a cool embrace that
Gently lifts it into half-flight, grounded,
Afloat on air pillows, brave as a child 
Spinning high above an uncle’s embrace.

 

love notes
a ritual to start the work week

Christopher Shepard