i summon my muse to spout her joy
in every dialect She knows,
and sing Herself alive inside my blood.
Come forth!
…as words that charm and shape
this vessel of self-renewal into being.
Come forth!
…as holy fire that sears the edge
of candor
wildly
aflame
with passion,
purpose,
and delight…
(…these are the very seeds of wonder
i must now implant
and encode…)
Help me dig the soil
in that far gone frozen corner of my mind
with efficient grace,
that Spring returns again.
Come forth!
Come forth!
…it’s been so long now
that my pen and tongue are stale
and this page has cracked.
Come forth!
My muse,
Come forth!
…as essence finding form
among the harvest,
tucked
and waiting patiently
in Mother’s nest.
It’s time! Come forth!
Beautiful...Come Forth!!
Happy Spring Equinox!