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.
