Kissing Spring Into Being ~ Maricet

The clouds had come
and for just a moment
were discreetly hiding
the eyes of the sun.
Yet still, her love beamed brightly.
The winds rose
and in sweet whisperings,
shared the secrets of Spring.
And the branches on the tree
bowed respectfully.
While tender young twigs
upon the trees
touched intimately.
And the tiniest buds
became ruby red lips,
tenderly, kissing
Spring, into being.

ⓒ Maricet


May You Feel the Tender
Love-Light of the Sun beaming.
Glowing upon and within you.
May all the newness of Spring
fill you and every ounce of your
being with renewal in each moment
of every live-long day