I was simply overcome
by the smell of Spring . . .
A Poem Upon Rising:
I am intoxicated by the Smell of Spring.
Lady Earth is giving off signals, misting those pheromones, offering herself up to those who are receptive.
I am drenched in her moist sweetness, fertile soils, rich aromas.
Her musk makes me melt.
I kneel on her ground, her grasses in my hands, my heart towards her sky, announcing . . .
"I am so grateful for your love!"