I enter waking woodland, breathing air
Fresh as a peppermint fountain.
Bees and blossoms are drifting on the breeze.
A daisy chain of birdsong sparkles in the sky,
I tread the many-coloured dreamcoat,
The green and gold mantle,
That cloaks winter’s bones
With bright stars of hope.
Browsing sweet saplings, like the sheep and wild deer,
I taste young leaves and squeeze them on my tongue.
Drunk on the scent of birch sap and love,
My soul lifts like silken banners to the sky.
Copyright Julie Darling ©2013