The earliest stirrings of spring
but the flowers are still closed, waiting.
You feel you are waiting, too.
The light breeze wraps you up, content.
You breathe with the wind and
for the first time, there’s hope again.
When the flowers bloom you will too,
When the grass grows greener you will let go.
The blue skies will encourage you.
Rain will wash away the past,
and your memory will be new.
A rainbow will be a fresh blanket of color in your world.
When you lie in the shade from the trees,
Your lungs will fill with peace.
You will close your eyes and time will slow.
Falling peacefully into a dream,
of a time long ago, you breathe out.
The warmth of the sun on your arms,
on your cheeks.
The clouds white and flawless,
You will rest without worry.
When spring is here, the storm will be over.