Abundance

Abundance

It’s the time of year when wishes

Dance through the air

Carried by gentle breezes

Butterflies caress each flower

With powdery wings

Bees meander slowly

From bloom to bloom

Poetry is in motion

Roses collapse into

Piles of fragrant petals

On warm, dry earth 

Abundance swells red in the branches

Of Rowan and Hawthorn

And still Birch shelters me

As I sit in her quiet company