lady spring and her attendant company.
she smells like dirt
and sounds like a chorus of flutes.
she is half dead and alive,
straddling the two,
bringing us through
to the other side.
she is youthful
playful
hopeful
endlessly creative.
she is ancient
ritualistic
trustworthy
knowing
wise.
she has an effect. like gravity. that pulls my body into the grass and draws my hands into the soil and warms my clothes the closer i get to the ground until all i want is to lie here in the not dead and not alive, not wet and not dry grass, and close my eyes or look at the sky and listen to the birds and the wind and the cars and the kids screaming down the street at the elementary school and wonder if i can just live here, in the grass, forever.
lady spring