Stampede

I inhale.

The fragrance of floral deities

Permeates,

Leaping

Into the crux

Of my heart.

I listen to

The harmonious accord

Of birds and nature,

All cognizant

Of a new dawn's

Composition,

An opera

Of birth divine.

Renewal and rejuvenation,

Simultaneous,

Like symphonies triumphant

In life’s revolving

Progression.

Hope rebounds,

Taunting my heartstrings,

An impetus

Dancing wildly,

Marking a chance

To begin anew.

Spring's abundance

Seizes,

A frenzied

Stampede revitalizing

My life

Yet again.

All is well with my soul.

Cynthia Calder, 03.13.25