Bird song,
The quiet of winter melts.
The cold grip that clung to the trees
Exhales at winter’s end.
I am wide awake to a yet
Unoccupied Spring
On the cusp,
The verge of new life.
The cycle begins.
The seeds of intention are planted.
I patiently wait to receive
The beauty,
The gifts.
I’m ready for what’s next,
Even while stepping into the unknown.
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