Flowering Continuance

Winter dreams haunt one

While the nocturnal fantasies of Spring

Enlighten,

Awaken,

Blossom,

And blooming resurrects our Shangri-La,

Reviving the garden,

Bringing shy glimpses from beneath a winter hibernation,

Seizing minds,

Arresting attention,

Making one’s un-seeing them

As remote

As un-dreaming them

During the long winter.

One’s open mind

Is of nomad nature,

Always wandering over

All the attention-getting,

And subtle-tetherings of the world.

Be it person,

Floating refuse,

Nature’s bounty,

Sun-seeking daisies,

Trellis-hungry beanstalks,

Or

Delicate sprouts of herbs,

Those small appreciations

Among the mind’s rambling ideas

Continuing to flower its aura in time,

Seeking security in Nature’s protective embrace,

Like a rose attached to a trellis wall

Climbing,

Climbing.

Clouds of the unknown beckon,

Proclaiming the next interval’s commencement,

Actuality’s invite of Earth’s existence

To accept future blooming,

As skies appear like a ceiling mural,

Anticipating the next reach upward,

The next finding of purchase,

The beginning of a new arboretum,

The cosmic gestalt of flowering continuance.

How sublime.