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

Write a small blessing for the first warm day.

May this shy warmth find you,
soft as a hand on a cold railing,
sure as light returning to long‑closed rooms.
May it loosen what winter tightened,
wake what grief had stilled,
and place in your chest
a small, bright yes,
enough to walk on,
enough to hope again.