Monday, 30 April 2018

When Spring Goes Unsprung

A few precious days
the sun out
skies clear
spring flowers
on full parade

Within humans
a similar process
of hearts open
brows unfurled


And then a shift...
Lambs rush to be born
bluebells move up a gear

And the skies cloud over
the wind picks up
the rains come...

We are back in our cave. What do we do there?
Gentle ourselves in-between the have-tos and the musts...

Hot teas
warm baths
cosy slippers
soft hearts;
Open journals
well-worn books
body stretches
mind massage.
A song
A dance
the rhythm of the rain
Nothing lasts
marvel at the constant change.

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