All Things Wild and Wonderful

Today’s breeze is the breath of a warm sun,
Even the mountains wear mica sparked diamonds,
The mind escapes the confines of the cranium,
surmounts all barriers, tops the tall trees
in it’s freedom.

Everything is new since this morning’s first light;
this is no time for paper roses or wings of wax.
This is a time for flight of fancy to find the innocent
chicanery that keeps us ever young
in spirit.

This is the time to stretch
to touch the sky, to sift warm soil
between the fingers of an ungloved hand,
to smell the sweet perfume of pine
and balsam

and the salty air of the sea.
Neither clock nor calendar has any say
when heaven awakens day with morning’s smile
and all things are wild with the sound
of the sparrow’s song.

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