Welcome to March- the month of not quite.
Winter in spring’s ill-fitting clothing.
The days growing longer by seconds and minutes.
Unnoticed by eyes
But your heart starts to bud,
lifting twin leaves.
Twisting
Unfurling
Waiting
As the skies tip
And light overbalanced dark.
One more month for cozy reading, tea and popcorn,
soups, snuggles, movies, socks.
And yet
Of fasting, reflection.
Giving up and going without
To continue on and dig within.
Decluttering the soul
For a carpenter’s bench,
Patching the holes and paring the excess,
Setting the masterpiece free.
Breathe in lions and out lambs.
Spring
Is
Coming.