it's coming

Your immanence leaves

taller trees still 

beautifully bare

Grey lithe limbed 
stretch touching 
a swipe swirled canopy.

Below the shrubbery; 

bud and early blossom,

presage green leafy fullness

Intricate tight locked 

layered fleshy pockets

poised and pointed
ready to unfold, 

a timely ordinary 

miracle.

Passion prompted endless 

cyclical blooming.

No neocortex yearning 
for a few days off this year.

No: a bodied

root stem limb

twig bud leaf

fruit and flower.

Surrender 

to the push of

The black ground,

To the pull of

light's  longing.
Summer is coming