Exactly how I find you,
In the spring that turns cold and then erupts
You are in the blooms and bulbs that are waking up
To the trumpets of a better day to come.
There is passion in the essence of your being.
I'm tethered to your light
And I try to catch particles of your brilliance to plug myself back in
To the radiance I shut off
When I thought it would heal me
To resign myself to be
Unspectacular,
And silent.