Tears of Spring

You are my rainwater dearest one,

You gift my bones with your perennials, as you shed your tears for me.

Beginnings occur, my stirrings remain to shake, and my body takes to the floating of seedlings,

My flesh is of your vernal primroses and the lilacs of a Sunday’s mourn,

My lungs are of the budding season, for it summons the birds from the southern winds.

Flowering in segments within each breath,

I can feel your tears flow through me.

Lay me to rest now in the winter,

For I will slumber within your mortal dream.

Care no longer, while I bloom again next spring.