I’m gonna be bustin’ out all over, see,
and breaking the rules,
like Spring did when she came
stomping up over the hillside
in her kick-ass boots.
Spring, she’s all bluster and whoosh.
Did you see how she stood,
one foot on each rim of the ridge,
cocked her elbows akimbo,
flounced her frilly pink petticoat
and hooted and hollered
all over the hollow?
Because I want that kind of magic,
that fearlessness and fiercesomeness,
that wild-hearted yodel and galumph.
And a pair of those big girl boots.
Spring, she nodded and winked
at the wide-eyed rooster
on the weather vane.
“Tag! You’re it!”
Then she skipped off to the River,
over the folding foothills of Mt. Pisgah,
spreading a carpet of green behind her.
1. Sitting by the creek near this tree with a good novel (The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield) and watching my boy engineer dams and pools in the creek, catch crawcrabs. He’s so sparkly. Better than a nap, any day.
2. Play group! Watching the children grow. That amazing homemade nutella.
3. Freckled nose
4. Making stuff
5. Wind. For clearing. For inspiring. For bringing a new thing. For the gypsy ache to move and shift. For music in the woods. For words that blow through the woods.
May we walk in Beauty.