ode to spring

Dear Spring,
sweet and mild
season, you
with fragrance
flush and green
a laze about the buzzing bees
a re-discovery of my birth city
and also a great journey south
(where you were not quite so developed)
country still frost-coated,
trees bare, with
cool cool breeze.
I have had the great honour
this year
to see you unfurl twice
and on this hemisphere
magnificently -
dreams realised, creatures born
eggs laid, kinship forged,
meals created, 
elm unfurled,
apple blossomed -
a season of newness
of goodness, 
and yes of course
of greenness -
a season of planting,
pruning and growing
a season of planning -
soul nourishing,
thank you for easing us in...

in seasons past