This Spring

The trees

Once naked and bare

Caused a death in me

An emptiness in my chest

A cold, hollow hole

Like a void of love

Now the trees seem to swell

With beauty and magic

With vibrancy

With the brightness of its leaves

Bringing life to my eyes again

With the branches swaying softly

In the gentle breeze

Moving me along with them

Back and forth

To their rhythm

With the sun’s rays resting on flowers

Warm and soft like a kiss

The same rays that illuminate my skin

And cause me to beam

And to glow

Birds sing songs

Of flight and freedom

Above my sun-kissed scalp

The frost has faded

On the trees and within

It has melted and left

Nothing but color and warmth

To bloom in its stead

Reaching a hand up

I feel I could grasp the sweet sun

Awake and strong again

And squeeze it gently

Once in my palm

In thanks for its returning glory

This spring