Spring Passion

The weather this past weekend made me want to lay in the grass and sing to the burgeoning flowers and stirring earthworms. Everytime I walked outside the wind caressed me softly and warmly welcoming me to join it and fly away into the blue sky. It was like a lusty lover whispering wonderful secrets in my ear. Then the sky turned dark and serious and tears of joy were shed. The air made love to my senses in shades of earthy ecstacy. The wind struck up its passion and tussled my hair in play, teasing me and taunting me to run to the ends of the world with it. And intensely climaxed in a burst of white hot light, the world released its joy to be alive and to be awakened. Echoed as it shouted its ecstacy from the rooftop ending in a long low contented purr. I sit in awe of its beauty, of its phoenix birth and mourn that it is not to last. My lover can not yet stay to spend the long evenings of summer cradled in my arms. For now I must be satisfied with but a short tease and then the long cold loneliness of freezing yet again.

Days like today make me feel magical.
Huggles!