Equinox morn.

Shimmering sun

Peeking through the

Clouds to the East.

A single patch of grass,

Illuminated anew.

Gnarled oaks

Surrounding,

Still shrouded in

Darkness, holding

To the last hours of

Winter.

This spring?

She invites us

To let loose

Our clinging to the night.

Reminding us,

To make space for

Her arrival in

Our hearts.