The earth is moving right underneath me.
I feel it shifting, feel the gravity.
These heavy days don’t slow the life that’s passing by.
Welcome back, sunbeams.
Nature reaches up.
The April showers have filled my empty cup.
It’s been a long trip.
This first sip tastes of clarity.
When it’s too cold,
the grass is dying.
Things heat back up.
It’s time for trying.
Don’t you know it’s time for trying again soon.
The breeze recalling when I shivered;
in its new role, life is delivered.
It’s sprouting up all around.