The day is warm… Is this Spring?
The complexities of ecology are palpable on my winter skin.
We are always arriving upon the moment and yet somehow the destination is always a bit far off
and we are left wondering… Is this Spring?
Our heart seeds roll around in the soil a bit longer
gathering codes set in place since the dawn
Can I grow alongside these prehistoric patterns of spirit? Will I?
Doubt and fear arrive like a white wisp in the breeze…
once it falls to the earth I examine it more closely.
“AH. A feather,” I declare to the seed. “Carry on.”
Im infatuated with this breeze…
Hello Spring.
