budding . . .

budding . . .

i stand here

firmly implanted

woven into the Fabric of Spring

i listen to the Buds

as they come forth

and i hear their cry

the longing music of love

as they yearn to blossom

and impart their gift of fragrance upon the world

as do i

there is a definitive certainty

that all life will be rewarded

by the giving of their essence

and the time soon come

when all those with wings

shall feed upon the bounty

the sweetness

in completeness

of the journey

as we watch and witness

the balance

the fitness

and prefectness of creation

the perfectness

and much to my elation

i know the fruit will come

and we shall eat

we shall dine

at the table

where the wine of the Gods

are set before us

for us

yes for our joyful indulgences

in the grandeur of life

as we begin to bud

© 21 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.