honey and sting

For those who whisper to the bee
and who feel for the buzzing tingle of earth,
its dense and patterned liveliness evident again
in tiny tendrils of leaf, in delicate wing

For those who boldly greet the moon,
whether rising, or drifting, whether slender,
full, lighting the dark, or a sly traveler in a daylight sky

And for those who sleep, deeply,
who dream unreservedly, whose absolute
joy and surrender bares and bears them like the deepest
ocean wave

Be blessed
for Spring is here
And the full fruition of your love
is upon us.
You kept the faith,
and all who are alive
thank you.