Springtime Thoughts

Spring bursts into bud: for the first time
This year, is it, the sun dazzles down
On to luminous grass, a warmth in the
Shoots, as if their blood were heated, that
I had not seen. The daffodils have left,
Supplanted by vivd bluebells, lush
Verdant foliage in the trees, and
Buds blooming in the ripening heat.

I walk with you on this newly-seen day
So what I feel may be returned to you
And so shared. but all that i can say
Clouds what i can sense, yet echoing to
Your sense of what I can't somehow say.
"Spring is ere, the sun's out and it's
A nice day": they trip out sorrily,
Dulling what sense of clarity I felt

And show that words are merely sounds
That impel a connection with what we feel
if this is mirrored by another:
Without that we speak only to the void
That distances our mind from the
Reality it thinks it knows,
And show that we should tend to our capacity
To only connect, if we can know how.