spring soul

we are all naked
in the face of
this heavy sunshine.

sending down
generations of
emotional warmth

the heat soaks my skin
and echoes throughout
the length of my veins

it absorbs the coo'ing
of a lone dove -
her mourning felt everywhere.

the sunflowers
just opening their sleepy eyes -
slowly trail this morning light

the world is tired
and has never seemed
so exposed.

what else could lighten
the weight of being
then the touch of a spring breeze.

tall grasses swoon
in its path, and they lean
over a field of wild blackberries

a blanket stitched by the sun
with the prickles of
each fruit bearing vine

smothered by
this healing season -
the mingling of soul

within the breathing nature
of this faithful world
delivers me.