the world waking from a dream,
emerging from the bitter winter darkness.
rivers swollen with snow melt and above,
mild musk winds glide between budding leaves.
the land echoes with the vibrant cacophony of birdsong,
the secret murmurings of trees.
the mossy wheel turns,
the memory of ice falling away;
everything shifting, stretching, growing.
seeds bursting to become flowers,
their soft exhalations perfumed prayers to the warming sun.