Foothills

Springtime in the Bay Area makes me think that the emerald city could be nestled in the foothills

-gws

Spring Awakening

Seasons are changing 
I’m surprised to find myself In
In a spring awakening 
Possibilities bloom
While dreams grow deep roots
-gws

A Winter Soul In Spring

Spring has arrived
Birds sing sweetly
In quickening branches bursting with blooms 
My winter soul peers out of bleary eyes
Before I pull the covers over my head

-gws

Spring

The days grow longer
Promised manifestation
Renewal and hope

-gws

I Identify with Persephone

I identify with Persephone

I am a spring maiden at heart
Celebrating life’s sunshine and rainbows
A believer in growth and renewal
Optimistic and hopeful

I also hold a dread queen in my soul
Content to sit quietly in darkness
Observant and calculated
Unafraid of the shadows
Happy to don my crown
Glimmering with pomegranate seeds
The color of blood
To remind the foolish
I am not the one 

-gws

I Hurt Just the Same

I don't feel well today
Reverberating echos of broken dreams
Aching pervasive guilt
Persistent pointless hope
That will not stay snuffed out
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

I don't feel well today
The sun still rose in a misty pink sky
The flowers are blooming and busy with bees
Birds sing songs of spring awakening
Amongst the newly sprouted leaves
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

I don't feel well today
Warm afternoon sunlight dries tears
That slip from beneath my sunglasses
The world assaults my senses
Too loud, bright, fast
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

I don't feel well today
I am told that time heals
That I'm doing the right things
That I didn't cause it
I can't control or cure it
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

-gws

Spring Rain

The first spring rain falls from a darkened sky 
Washing away the heaviness from the air
Bringing deliverance of spirit 
Offering itself as balm for my weary heart 
Through its steady patter beyond my open window
Petrichor rising to ground me
Cool and damp air greeting too hot skin
I close my eyes
Imagining my complete surrender to it 
Making an offering of all that scars me
All that weighs so heavily on my shoulders 
I welcome this renewal 
This forgiveness
This peace
I invite this healing 
Surrender to this gentleness 
Allow this act of cleansing 
Readying my world to reawaken
Readying me to bloom again 

-gws

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♬ Ambient-style emotional piano – MoppySound

Songbird and the Sapling

"It's Spring!" the little songbird sang,
excitement trilling in her voice.

"It is winter," groaned the sleepy sapling
whose roots were enshrouded in icy soil.

"But the sun is SO warm," whistled the songbird.

"Yes, but the ground is still SO cold," creaked the sapling
"Puff up, my small friend, and sleep with me a little longer.
When my buds start to sprout, we will both sing a song of
welcome for Spring."

So the songbird tucked up into a nook in the saplings branches
and together they hunkered down to wait for Spring to truly arrive.

-gws