The lambs have appeared overnight
smelling of salt and soil.
Where just yesterday bellies were
still heavy with growth,
soft mouths suckle,
so full of longing, tiny “o”s of joy.
Sparrows form a choir,
coax the sun awake,
thrum of blackthorn blossoms
where before was only branch and bud.
A yellow festival of daisies and dandelions
blanket a fragrant meadow,
swath of primrose announce themselves
with pink fanfare.
The river reveals she is my sister
as she rushes into the arms of the sea.
White horses galloping across sky
are my brothers, and soon I see even
the delicate bone left from a swallow
as part of me, white gleam of belonging,
how I am no longer Earth-and-me
but one wild love for this world.