She stirs, half dreaming
not quite awake
A tremor ripples through the earth
Consciousness rises in gossamer waves
touches her peach blossom cheek
Air sighs - it’s a gentle breath
Eyes flicker open – heaven’s blue
And sunshine drips upon her brow
She yawns, stretches, reaching up
Within the roots sap rises
Lifts herself from her bed
The lands emerges to embrace her
Hands through hair
Leaves unfold
Smiles, stepping forth
Flowers spring in her wake.
She is woken from her slumber now
Risen from the dreamtime
Spring has come again.
(Image... courtesy of a Google image search, regrettably, I have no plum tree in my garden...)
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