Delicate, the new willow leaves twist and turn
before me in the wind.
From somewhere, the five notes of a wind chime
carry to my other ear a gift,
going deep, so I must tilt my head
to completely receive their vibration.
From the underside, the leaves glow brilliant.
Chlorophyll, green fireworks within each leaf,
explodes with gratitude for the Sun.
The brave new garden plants,
each claiming their patch of dirt,
show their best posture, row upon row,
standing tall and delicious.
I soak up this silence almost desperately,
pulling in the sweet, sweet air,
the purity of the breeze cleansing me completely,
replacing my tired staleness with life and space.
May 6, 2016