glory
prespring is here
a bit later than last year
i guessed when i noticed the birds
but here is the park conclusive:
wattle blooms
such rich varieties
i bathe in the air
as if deep en vacances*
even after only 10 minutes
if i were little
i am little
living under delicate butter cap umbrellas
inviting friends to gather around invisible bonfires
& whistling barely perceptible patterns
inside/outside the wind
where sirens do not penetrate
lest fleshy & just passing through for a cuppa
this is not the 1st time
ive felt like this before
o sweet relief
it won't be too much longer
before the butterflies come
astonishing concordance:
its too cold to sit a winter man
so i stand & make for my address
approached by a little loving dog
up for a play we do
i smile giggles to the exercising owner
she utters "little social butterfly here"
ha! concordance indeed
prespring hope for the spirit
nature the healer
& on i walk in hug
i am filled with the echo of the tree
till i am 30 feet high & flying earthed & roots down to our genetic centre
in stillness is vastness wildness beyond all judgement
these words scrawls
unreadable hierogylphs
*in vacation
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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