The Start of Something

It is a baby pink kind of day.

A reminder that the world is blushing,

Spring is coming, it’s happening again.

This world is a spinning being,

I am wondering if this is how to feel again.

I’m reminded of all the roses every boy has given me.

I feel the wind pass me by as the sky

Is lit up.

It lights me up from within,

I run away as if I’m the wind.

I’m held in the clouds, I’m held in the storm.

I am fully emerged in the warm embrace

That spring has for me.

I wonder is this what it’s like to be free

The ground is bruised in the colors of brown, grey and yellow.

I wander through the brush and see the animals in the lush.

This is spring, this is the rush.

We are breathing, we have resumed.

We will become new again, our gardens will overflow again.

We will eat and thrive and become one with Earth, as it should be.

The freeze of winter has thawed and my heart has been awakened.

I have been asleep for so long that when I hear the birds cry I think it’s me.

I feel everything too viscerally.

What can I offer the world that loves me with the colors of spring?

How can I give back to the flowers in bloom, the bees that go zoom…

What is it a single person can do?

Nothing, nothing

But resume.