What comes back. What we let back in. The long slow work of re-entering our own lives.

Return

A spring orbit. Something is loosening. This week we turn toward what is coming back, and what we are finally ready to let come back.

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees 

Early Spring

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.

The Thaw

Last winter left without hushed goodbye ,
Left me with frozen heart and scratches of bitter lie.

Taught me how cold numbs ,
Snowflakes wanna stay like ring  ,hold on my thumb.

Winter promised to never leave ,
Yet, left me with pages of pain 
Frozen tears now waits for untimely rain.