Spring.. Poem by Sharon Smith

Open the eyes to the journey
Wide eyed innocence;
dripping as dew from the first bloom
The sound of life anew..
pulsing through the awakening senses
The dormant sleepy buds stirring;
peeping out so as not to miss.
Fruits of the vine just forming their glorious arrival;
waiting first for the blossoms to perform
The buzzing..the excitment..the anticipation
Sensoium plentiful.
Breathing in the birthing of awe
Breathing in the fullness of Master design
Breathing in acknowledgment of the Creator!
Breathing in the acknowledgment of existance..
Let the fruits start their anticipated journey
Let the heart awaken to Love.