Springtime Has Arrived

It’s a happy time, all the stars align.

Today I am light, gravity is not ex-

ercising an unnecessary pull on me.

I am my own poetry in motion. All

the words fall into place, stanzas

are formed with impeccable grace.

Couldn’t be a finer day to be alive.

Mountains to the West have peaked

at their best, farm and field are green

and growing. Somewhere out there

the baby has spoken it’s very first word,

and is on the verge of taking its initial

step. The anxiety in me has stepped aside.

The mare is prancing gleefully in the pasture;

her new born colt following close behind.

Sunny and mild, springtime has arrived.

All the stars align. I am alive, and for the

moment everything is fine. Eternity is nigh.

Below the rippled glistening lake, memories
of Earth I cannot repeat.

Chris Hanch 3-26-19