Spring Frosting

Frosted silver-blue in spring
ushers in eucalyptus dreams.
I inhale the heavenly possibilities 
wafted through my senses 
and altering my inner being, 
frosting me with the sweet
scents of what can be
and what can never be lost,
centuries of hope long ago
and perpetually seeded
that spring up each annual season
despite the body’s expiration
sacrificed for the birthing
of eternal angel wings. 
Every heart’s whisper, 
every tear that ever watered,
becomes a part of me, 
as I am a part of each,
all of us connected,
evidenced in these
ambrosial eucalyptus
leaves. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise