A Poem of Soft Surrender.

Nectar of My Soul.

Light, Trembling in the Leaves.

Photo by Dr. Bettina Sieber, Vrenelisgärtli Peak, Swiss Alps, Spring 2025.

I climbed,
up and ever higher,
into the gleaming snowfields,
to the glare of blinding ice.

Yet you touched me softer
in a kiss of spring,
tender upon my cheeks,
making me blush into softness.

By the streams of my soul,
I knelt,
and listened to the whisper
of snow ablaze, surrendering to spring.

Photo by Dr. Bettina Sieber, Swiss Alps, Spring 2025.

I was drops of spring water,
trembling —
so clear and luminous
in the sunlight.

My heart became glowing leaf,
bright with new green,
as spring leaned close and entered me.

Squirrels darted
across the tender branches of my soul,
scattering laughter
through the underbrush.