Spring Medicine

I was reminded by the gorse today that the magic of spring is on the way

Here’s a poem I wrote a couple of years ago , sparked by the power of scent…

Spring Medicine

She would bottle the scent

of gorse enchantment,

infuse it like her childhood potions,

photograph how it feels inside

rushing through her cells,

a store of lush

for other kinds of days.

This is intimate intoxication.

A charioteer of sensuous opening

lifting life into ripe,

tender motion.