Her arrival

Her arrival

Have you noticed the trees are in full bloom?

have you stopped, even for a moment,

to admire their dresses?

There is the most beautiful fashion show

unfolding before our eyes,

the Spring 2026 collection,

with ballroom dresses in silk and soft velvet,

in white and shades of pink,

each one beautiful in its own way.

Their strong bark holds them, grounded and certain,

softened now by the delicacy of their flowers,

something steady meeting something tender.

And when the wind comes, they begin to move,

in a slow, quiet dance,

their petals brushing against each other,

against the air, against my skin.

Each year they bloom again,

the same, and yet never quite the same,

and each year I find myself standing there,

looking at them as if I am seeing them for the first time.

I move closer without thinking,

drawn in by something I cannot resist,

I touch them gently, then with more curiosity,

breathing in their scent,

letting their soft layers brush against my face,

my lips, my skin…

There is something in me that opens,

as if my whole body recognises this softness

and wants to meet it, to feel it more fully,

almost hungry for this kind of beauty.

For a moment I am not outside of it anymore,

I am inside their bloom,

sensing their presence, their quiet sensuality,

their way of simply being.

I look up at the blue sky,

time loosens,

and I find myself resting in that space,

bathed in beauty and light.

For a moment I feel Her,

everywhere.

Kissing me, meeting me, moving through me.