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

What are you afraid will come back with the warmth?

I've cocooned myself 
Warm,
Cozy,
Safe.

Unraveling slowly
Exposing my hand
my arm
my foot 
then leg

Burning sun
bronzes my skin
Tempting me 
To come out 
bathe in it's rays.

When I return
to the warmth
to the sun
to the spring 
and summer

Will I bring what 
I've learned about 
myself?

Or will I return 
to the same habits?