Do you not perceive it?
In the shimmering ebony snake’s sudden plunge from a warming rock
In the mountain laurel on the swollen edge of bloom reaching for the sun
In the easy laughter slipping on the mossy rock drenched in the icy stream
In the rhythmic shake in the packed dance hall
In the sun drenched colors pink white yellow green, new shades each dawn
In cold and clean rain, unexpected grace of an April fire kindled in the stone hearth
In late conversations of old friends, spirits warming the night
In steps long and slow by lakes and trees up hills and down hand in hand heart in heart life in life
Life.
It springs forth.
Do you not perceive it?
christopherjoiner 