In Rising

So I was feeling Spring
and listening to it sing
while wading through the Sunlight
and hardly-laughing zombies
and I remembered
how lovely it is
to remember why we wake up
and why it feels so good
to be here.

The rings rise up in rotational
rhythms
to the beat
of sun light arcs
and the matching tree barks
at the burning, bitter hearts...

where to stop and why?
when the right feeling begins the movement
and motions for magic to return...

fuzzing up the bubblies,
feeling through foam hearts
and squeezing out some juice
to stops or to starts