Overtaken

By Don Iannone

Can you fathom

the beauty of spring

and where it carries you,

when you allow it

to overtake you

like a herd of wild butterflies

that gently pummel you into submission,

coaxing the newborn inside you

and forever tickling your imagination

until tears of joy stream down your cheeks

and you allow yourself

to plop down in a bed of cool clover

and watch wistful clouds coast

across the cornflower blue sky?

I can fathom it

and hope you allow yourself

to do just the same.