

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


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


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

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

"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