Spring Equinox

light bursts fourth

springing through ages of wood

strings tighten

hidden memories dance

like dust particles

in light flooding shadows

shuddering with growth

will you open the door?

I am sojourning in this home of broken hearts, I accompany those leaning into winter storm, and miracle at their ability to welcome spring, I bow gracefully beneath the sun’s welcomed warmth, kneeling here at your hearth, my roots sinking in, green sprouting around my feet

today on the first day of spring I was moved to take some pictures of the miracle of light awakening in this home I will miss if I leave

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