The cool, gentle breeze
dances all around me
cloaking me in an unseen embrace
joining me in my solitude
carrying the loneliness away
in its arms
while wrapping me up in another
cupping my face
tenderly steeling my faith.
Rejuvenated by the presence
so palpable and thick
my spirit and my face lift up,
a welcome greeting from the sun
meets my skin with a warmth
that penetrates to the depths of my soul.
winter is over.
spring is here and with it,
a season of flourishing growth.
my lips spread into a smile
for it is this season I have been waiting.
Author’s Note: So I heard that it’s National Poetry Month…? What! How did I not know this was a thing until now. So fun fact about me, poetry was actually my first exposure to writing when I was younger. I used to LOVE writing poetry. Now naturally when I was six, most of my poems rhymed or were accompanied by a tune I made up. I’d like to think I’ve strengthened that muscle since then.
For me, poetry has always been a refreshing creative outlet. To me, poetry is painting with words, and each reader gets to use the colors you’ve laid out to paint their own picture as they read. It’s beautiful.
Lately, all my thoughts have turned into poetry. Walking to my car, on my lunch break, sipping coffee in the morning. Maybe it’s the fresh spring air, or maybe I just needed the creative outlet more than I realized, because the past few weeks, I’ve written a poem a day. Sometimes even several.
This little piece came to me as I was sitting out on my patio, soaking in the spring sun. Rereading it now brings me right back to that moment in time. Peaceful, refreshing and full of promise. That’s what Spring feels like to me. A time for new growth, A time for shedding those winter layers and allowing yourself to blossom. It is my hope that these words do just that for you too.