
Pausing.
Picking a tiny frond,
and another.
Rubbing.
Pinching the late winter leaves,
between thumb and forefinger.
Smelling.
Tasting the aroma of spring,
with nose and memory.
Being.
Relaxing in the divine,
as time culminates in one moment.
Pausing.
Picking a tiny frond,
and another.
Rubbing.
Pinching the late winter leaves,
between thumb and forefinger.
Smelling.
Tasting the aroma of spring,
with nose and memory.
Being.
Relaxing in the divine,
as time culminates in one moment.