dancing wind thru faces

The thunder of summer comes rumbling in,

Broken lighting through blooming clouds

With grinning moons that melt in sunlight

As flowers bloom I taste their subtlety- 

Clean,

as the blood in the trees begins warming.

Pumping hearts in the oldest of rings, 

To the branches - upon which stars begin their boiling.

Beacons for them, that carry our loving.

I taste, see, touch and smell and sing. 

Songs of blooming in the leaves.

4/18/’22