Elixir

Full-on Spring,

and the early day

hangs in a feather balance

of warm and cool,

each weighing in

with exquisite tenderness —

constant subtle shifting

singing against my skin

and the air

smells like blossoms and suburbs

and the sweet cleansing

of night breeze

when Spring flowed through me

in the play of mammalian warmth

and clear-sky coldness,

resting me and waking me up

at the same time.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 4, 2013