The sliver of moon shines bright
In the crisp dark morning.
I see its light through
The bare tree branches.
It greets me as I awaken
From that warm, cozy slumber.
We are the only ones awake.
A new beginning,
A return to life,
To the cycle of the season of spring.
There is change in the air:
The stillness, the silence.
The cold and dark longing of winter
Has turned the page
Like a new calendar
Or blank sheet of paper.
The momentum of change,
Of growth, has begun.
The wind reminds me that
There is power beyond my control.
It can be warm and gentle, or biting cold.
Spring is the ultimate awakening.
Spring is transition manifest.
I awaken from my slumber
Like the songbird or blue jay’s shriek
A sudden shift or a quiet moment into being,
To stretch and embody
All that was meant to be.
Spring is the entryway to fullness,
To the temple of my heart.
The darkest longing now bright and bold.
A word deeply written on the page.
A forest of chicken scratch
Where the blank earth once stood bare.