My Blood Reaches

 

My blood reaches

           for the warmth of Spring.

The smell of green onions

growing

           beneath a willow dancing in the breeze

 

The coolness of freshly turned earth

The sensual party of turning soil over seeds

            Sowing, to reap

 

My blood reaches

            Toward the sun

My skin, a million zillion happy cells

    soaking up the warmth

          that feels like life

                health, happiness

absorbed

          directly from some Universal center.

 

I will ride the black horse into the edge of the sea

Letting my feet dangle, relaxed.

And beneath the roar of wind and salt water

Is the beat of my heart in rhythm with the moving sand.

 

My blood reaches until it is pink beneath my skin,

My face flushed.

Myth and Mare and Me.

Today I’m allowed to write me with a capital “M”.

It’s spring and we all expand.

We feel the burning, stirring desire to “do”, to move,

        to touch the face of the sun in Spring.

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, this is so tall

so full of laughter and sunshine

it warmed me right up on a rainy day

[angelina neves]

wonderful!

[Gandré]

oh this is wonderful yet it is always something new.
My skin, a million zillion happy cells
soaking up the warmth
that feels like life
health, happiness
absorbed --------------------------------------this was my favorite part. Everything was liveble so energetic and magnificent.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I adore this wonderful piece of work. An excellent write from a wonderfully talented writer. I like the humor near the end about the Ms, that was a nice touch. I have a garden plowed myself but I need to get it disk hared for planting and get some rows laid off. I love to get my hands in the soil. Wonderful to read this. Thanks for sharing.