Morning Glory

My heart is so full that I could burst. Or at least it was yesterday. As I was walking through the Forest Hills Cemetery, feeling fully the hustle and bustle of spring -- trees stretching and yawning and buds curling out of bed, leaves bursting through buds, ducks and geese bowing and curving and flapping in dances, calling to their mates -- I lengthened along a chair carved from a tree, worn with love and warm with sun, next to my darling daN, and I couldn't contain myself for the universe inside of me. I was so happy -- no -- joyful! Full of loud peace and quiet ebullience. I love spring.