like lightening it strikes
but unlike the classic storm
there was no thunder
unless of course you count my
groans and moans of agony

The wheel of the year,
Turns once again tomorrow,
But my eyes close not,
This restless mind races with,
Tomorrow’s celebrations.

My divided heart~
Laid bare for all to witness,
For which would you choose?
Still nights and cherry blossoms?
Or Spring breezes and pink snow?

Like branches in Spring,
Our laughter reaches upwards,
Taller than the trees!
Were I to grow with such speed,
Would The Redwoods be jealous?