Your Spring

Photo by Stefan Hiienurm on Unsplash

Spring didn’t start with the hot days that became summer,
the lush green grass that smelled of dew before the sun rises, 
and the trees that deliver fruit among leaf flocked boughs,
just asking to be picked and consumed under turquoise skies.

Spring started with the grey skies of winter and the cold,
the last frosts from the past, passing into memory
as new ones were waiting to sprout from seeds already germinated,
springing forth as though it were a miracle, rather than just recognition.

Spring lay in the dark and lonely places, healing,
going away from the sun, pale and tender, barely there,
the buds of things dormant until we were ready to acknowledge them,
and then…then they burst from their exile, reaching for the love of the sun.

Just because there has been hurt, pain, stress, tears,
it doesn’t mean that this is not just a season, something we live through,
and there…there on the other side lies the light we thought denied,
moving through each day, arching, and just waiting for us, and spring.

©️ Emma Steel