to start with the bitter frozen dichotomy, the belief in the
growth anew, the barren tree branches splitting and making way
for the new buds pointed skywards, placed at the roots.
to become more than the wind touching the wave, one
body, one body, to become the leaf that sweeps
to the bottom, brushed underneath
which then becomes the soil to grow again.
to walk with spring is
to listen to the birds for the first time, aware of their call
and response marks a new beginning,
a bloom of dandelions can
look like flowers to those close to the ground.
begin life anew, it is the one calling out to you.
in spring, you’ll be
different, feel the breeze tapping at your window, inviting you outside
the sun shines on your face and the buds grow, marking
one more turn of the cycle