One Single Impression: Aura

Aura

Before the snow softens
I feel the ache of the earth
As it arches its back and
Opens itself wide

To take in the snow

Once it yields to the sun
To become the drink of a new day.

Before the snow softens
I smell daffodils
And dream my way deep inside
A golden cup that empties
Sunlight down the green vein
Of its stem into the earth.

There I am inside that bulb
That has survived so many hungry squirrels
And so many hard, rainy days
That every year makes spring

This bulb was once
At the top of the hill
But is now at the bottom,

So near the water
So near its own reflection

All that refracted sunshine.
I want it.

But I am dreaming.

Claim me, earth,
As I claim you
In my lonely, silent heart.

I want to be that flower.

One Single Impression