ZONGS OF ZAMZARA

after a long

stiff

winter

time for new

beginnings

that feel

never-ending

again

and again

again

apple blossom

buds

blooming

in the warm

morning sunshine

a sweet gentle rain

thunder crashing

and a heavy

downpour

to cleanse

my mind

of icicles

dripping

like daggers

clothe me

in

a dress

of apple blossoms

and  a sunshine

hat

breathe some life into me

and make me less fat