Spring...
cartwheeling into our lives,
stripping numbing winter's care,
erupting everywhere...
spraying blossoms,
stretching grass,
unfurling leaves,
glowing and bubbling and tossing
us back
to our essential selves.
Spirit calls...
"spring into Spring",
the Island's banner shouts
from the village street,
while eagles soar,
wheeling above the Harbour's liquid light.
Welcome, welcome,
we all chorus,
as kayakers trail through pearlescent foam,
& iridescent seals glimmer & dive,
& floatplanes taxi to the Island's lure,
of Spring-time birthing to
summer's cradling call.
Awake!
Warm, & fresh, & just new green,
a spilling over the edges green,
intoxicated green,
green everywhere,
light captured in green's sheen...
It's Spring!
(L.R.)
How may I help you to discover special Salt Spring Island & the Southern Gulf Islands? Call me!
