welcome the winding days of April
and the blooming days of May
return to take a seat at Glen Island Park
atop a small hill to collect nature’s gifts;
the sweet, delicate breeze whistles and whispers beside me
as it gently pushes the leaves on luscious trees
soft streams of gold spill through the clouds and nourish
my hands, my right cheek, and the grass underneath my unwrapped feet
the sky cradles tender pillows, grand and humble
melting into one another as they cordially assemble.
behold kindergarten floral fantasies
where the daffodils trumpet and tulips sing
grass glistens with beads of crisp rainwater
vibrant and bright, and as green as growth
upon which I spread my prayer mat
and descend into prostration
a soul-searching soul recenters amidst sprouting life
an uneasy heart softens from warm prayer-infused palms
inhaling the fresh filtered air,
exhaling praise and glory to my Lord
oh Spring, a delightful visitor
bringing precious peace and reassuring release.
