Anxiety and stress,
compounding through the Winter months.
Weighing on my chest,
threatening to crack my soul’s delicate shell.
I take a walk.

Wild flowers blossom in patches,
reminisce of constellations dotting the night sky.
The trees transform from dull canvases into impossible to replicate master pieces.
Change stirring in the threads of nature.

In miracle fashion,
my woes melt away.
The permafrost upon my heart making way for a burst of growth in spirit.
A new appreciation for the minute details,
the rain no longer an inconvenience but a blessing.
The sweat dropped down my brow serving as a reflection,
my impurities cleansed by the Sun’s fiery persistence.

Spring is here,
accompanied by her remedial powers.