Poem ~ So much

So much

I want to say so much about 
this oak and these first bluebells
but what can I say that you
don't already see and feel yourselves?

The weight of that trunk hunkering 
over the frail brushstrokes of colour. 
You might even imagine their barely 
perceptible scent soon to be booming 

through the woods. We are comforted 
in these moments, aren't we? The reliable 
return of Spring. By beauty. 
The way our small hearts sing. 

Above me the first shimmer of green 
in the splayed branches. At my feet
these steadfast little gifts. I want to
believe in a world that can change and heal.