Sunset on an approaching spring,
a refuge lake of snow melt greeted fondly.
Shown, a quick taste of fire yet to come,
that which will heat the land and scorch the muck to dust.
But on this fine night,
hopeful fauna begins to bud lush green,
filled with tall iris, fanciful tulips and bashful daffodil;
I await in summation like the geese in this gaggle
swimming in the beauty of a sunset spring.
bloom so soon
boom my nose will run
and i will walk
away
and back
for body and mind
posture