Springsong Poem by Alan Buckholtz

The new Springsong awakens sleeping roots
the flowers are watching with a thousand eyes
unfolding petals trusting me

As glistening dew beckons our ascent
onto the wings of time’s flight
it rolls off the cheeks of sad leaves
as I pass them without stroking them
or saying hello

They can hear me breathe a sigh of beauty
they can feel the breeze of my breath floating through
their air... they are lonely
until serenaded by the fluttering wings
of songbirds

The glory of trees embraces me
in the cooling shadows of their arms
in the colorful corners fed by light beams
knifing through branching guardians

My floral friends are fragile brush strokes
in a pulsing tapestry of reborn sweetness
someday I’ll escape the city,
embrace the new Springsong

Talk to the baby buds on a bush
stroke a leaf in the morning so it’s not sad
...and drink the blue nectar of a fresh morning sky