Trying to push the river....

I'm in the free fall of this English spring

 tender green

and lime yellow

and 

clean white

growing apace

without asking 

permission.

Imagine being able to blossom because it is 

your nature 

and nothing else will do.

Nothing to halt the beauty of you

being born 

again and again

in each new 

yes.

As it has been  so sunny I  have been sitting in the garden a lot.... often with a cup of tea.... listening to the birds, watching their mating rituals and nest building busyness. 

And thinking and dreaming and wondering how to wait with patience....with trust... instead of fretting and trying to push the river into the sea without the help of the moon.