Beneath gentle footfall.
Toes brush against,
Sweeping back and forth...
Unveiling it...
New life.
Tiny green leaves tender
Spring forth.
Gray sky heavy,
Barren branches,
Damp chill,
Yet the dawn of growth
Approaches.
Winter melts.
No regrets.
All that is old
Has prepared the ground.
Seeds cast
Upon sails of breeze.
My eyes smile knowing,
My heart warms open,
Embracing beauty to come.
Like an old friend new....
Like a new friend old...
Drawing my hand,
Wordless.
Suz