The relentless rain has not dampened the enthusiasm of the cherry tree
peering into my window, its clothes a blaze of fluffy clouds.
Birds drift silently onto the full branches, as if in slow motion;
the cherry’s hopeful cloak enveloping & caressing wings still cool from
Joyful blossom dances in the early morning breeze, as
the tree’s exuberance
“Come outside & sit awhile beneath my canopy”
So I do
The benediction of transcendent life folding around me,
until I too,
dance into Spring.
I love to notice, & to wonder & to journal on the things I wonder about: as the poet David Whyte says ~to "overhear myself saying things I didn't know I knew"