to walk with spring

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