Drumbeat

Gliding on the breeze, the scents of Spring

Tickle my nose and awaken my napping heart.

I feel my Spirit swell as the steadying drumbeat

Connects me to Mother Earth.

 

The odor of decaying leaves and plants

Gently teases my tingling limbs to rise.

Look closely and one can see the first,

Gentle stirrings of emerging growth.

 

The foliage of daffodils and dutch iris

Has emerged from the parched earth.

Mountain laurel has already donned

Her dazzling purple blossoms.

 

The Springtime migrants perch in branches

And call out with joyful songs.

It’s time they say to clear the Winter’s

Moldy, sloppy decay and clutter.

 

For many magical dancers await

Offstage, to make their splendid entrance.

The cycle begins anew for rebirth and

Rebuilding of Nature’s most glorious season.