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The first day of Spring has me in a mood to shake my remaining winter blues For months, the shutters have been drawn tight It’s passed time to crack open a window and air out my lingering stuffiness, shed some natural light in the corners of me where darkness has settled Sweep my mind clean of the tired bones its been chewing over Scrub out the ring that has formed around the tub from my wallowing in self- pity a little too long Finally release all the negativity, resentment, comparison, and doubt I’ve kept boxed up in my closet And dust off the gratitude I’ve been slacking on practicing – break myself away from the screen and out into the bluebird day tugging on my hair Already I feel lighter, the air somehow easier to breathe I sense my internal scales leveling again, the heaviness lifting from my chest like a melting snowdrift A moon of many names is rising tonight: crow, sugar, worm Its sign the same for all of us returning to life beneath it Who were sure we would suffocate beneath another year of our own dirt Who, in our winter, have denied our spring She rouses within us now, unoffended Brings with her on the thawing horizon an answer to our prayers for a fresh start. – mrg
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Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
Spring Cleaning
The first day of Spring has me in a mood to shake my remaining winter blues For months, the shutters have been drawn tight It’s passed time to crack open a window and air out my lingering stuffiness, shed some natural light in the corners of me where darkness has settled Sweep my mind clean of the tired bones its been chewing over Scrub out the ring that has formed around the tub from my wallowing in self- pity a little too long Finally release all the negativity, resentment, comparison, and doubt I’ve kept boxed up in my closet And dust off the gratitude I’ve been slacking on practicing – break myself away from the screen and out into the bluebird day tugging on my hair Already I feel lighter, the air somehow easier to breathe I sense my internal scales leveling again, the heaviness lifting from my chest like a melting snowdrift A moon of many names is rising tonight: crow, sugar, worm Its sign the same for all of us returning to life beneath it Who were sure we would suffocate beneath another year of our own dirt Who, in our winter, have denied our spring She rouses within us now, unoffended Brings with her on the thawing horizon an answer to our prayers for a fresh start. – mrg
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Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
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