The flowers are reaching across tree limbs. I’m watching leaves stretch their spines to greet the sun for the first time in a long time. I hear Mother Nature sing back to every living thing like a hymn. She echos, “it’s time to rise again, my children”. We all abide to her call with grace. I feel longing in my chest- deep where hibernation hosts every fear. Just because I don’t feel brave, doesn’t mean I’m not brave. Wake up, it’s time to grow. I’ve been allowing myself to have light soak into these spaces. I learned this ritual years ago and when flowers crack through my ribs I taste the spring air. Pedals fall from my lips and Mother Nature proves to me, once again, that darkness isn’t permanent. Tonight I’ll dream of meadows I once roamed in a different life. I’ll meet my old self and tell her thank you. I’ll welcome the newness of it all like I never lost it. I’ll hold springtime in my lungs for safekeeping and taste the words from every blooming flower. -AMT©️