Spring calls Genies
From Horse Chestnut branches
As buds split
And New leafy hands
Grasp for light’s urgency,
And haul themselves forward
From nothing they come
As if Big Bangs
Were our greatest fallacy
And called forms
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.