I am the priestess of the Arboretum.
Eggplant colored crocus flowers
surround me on both sides
of my winding trail
and wave a gentle welcome.
In the forest this morning
I whispered hello to the spring peepers,
the hawthorne tree,
and the skunk cabbage blossoms.
They told me stories of love
on warm May evenings
and I cried at the beauty of it all.
Plump salty tears stained my downy cheeks
but were quickly whisked away
by the sun's rays reaching out to me
over the wakening Pond.
I am the priestess of the Arboretum
and my heart is bursting
with the joy of Spring.
