when i am poetry

It is March and the trees wait!. Their breath held longingly upto the time when an invisible force will proclaim the doors or spring open. The trees wait! Patiently looking skywards towards the sun. each potential bud pointed at the sun. “It is warm enough now, can we not burst forth in one quiet nightfuls effort?”
The air around the trees is heavy with expectation. Expectation of something that is inevitable bbut still nature only rejoices in the present. I feel this longling that the tree carries. I feel it in my whole body as if some invisible branches have surrounded me to whisper this pregnant moment into my ears.
“I am a bride” she says “and the sun my bridegroom. My marriage is this spring! Look, there he is circling around me but also soming closer in an attraction that is seductive. See, the birds, my musical band prepares itself. They join me in ever increasing numbers to remind the sun what is obvious”.
The trees wait! As a lover patiently waits for his beloved with eyes scanning the horizon of time. Sometimes pain, sometimes, anguish, sometims tears and sometimes laughter colr the moods of this lover. But is it not the same story, that come bitter, dark, cold winds, come rain, snow or sunshine as I wait, just like these trees, the day you show up my heart will burst forth in a million colors of sunshine. I will be crowned with beauty all around as I lay to rest upon your warm breast with my flowers, once again.