are you the breeze
after the rain
come to soak up
my wet disdain?
the summer
to this spring
what will
the warmth bring?
will it be
sweet flowers
beautiful meadows
from dark showers?
for the seeds
have been sewn
and soon unknown
will be known

but it is hard not to bloom
in warm light after cold gloom.



on my long travels i fell a little, stood up for myself, found some joy, found some ends... i'm torn a little but mostly hopeful. no matter how many times i fall, it still scares me a bit.