She shies, hides
Delicacy in disguise
Awaits her time,
Nine moons a labour
Through sweltering skies
Vapouring oceans
As we undress,
To crisping brown
Leaves falling
On blankets of white,
Under reversing flakes
Of heaven as we smother
In skins not ours but stolen
To beasts, struggling
With storms until,
From coldness
She silently springs
Resurrects in green,
Melts waters
On prospering soils
A breath,a course,
A cycle a flow, bestows
Upon us fruits ebullience
Colours pervading
Synchronising heart beats
A body humankind,
Revels a feast
At the announcement
Of Persephone freed
Spring’s return.
Happy Easter, Nowruz, Holi, Pesach, Spring…
To all those who have been celebrating life in this last month.
[Featured painting: Primavera De Lente by Sandro Botticelli, 1478 – 1482]