The forest quietly unfolds

The sky is all blue

A clear breathing canopy of love

The lupines rise through the mist

Birds gathering under the crimson trees

The river garden with butterisch yellow petals

seen like a halo through the anoon in us

Coming through is the playful, warming sun

Wind through the fens and slow…

dripping water through the dims

It’s the scattering blossoms across the river,

in the glowing morning light

Thousands of blooms that tills the eye

The floral crowns are finally seeds in motion