Spring calls Genies 
From Horse Chestnut branches
As buds split
And New leafy hands
Grasp for light’s urgency,
And haul themselves forward 
And on.

From nothing they come
As if Big Bangs
Were our greatest fallacy 
And called forms
Were drawn 
By loving expansion alone.

Life emerging in endless renewal,
The mysterious reborn in magical leaf,
Flower and fruit, expressed year 
After year, filling to full all the futures 
Thought possible and granting each 
Spring a bountiful wish.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.