Spring Rain

See the saturated clouds
flinging off their excess
so they can float
freely in the heavy air.

See the mighty maple
casting off its seedling bundles,
weak and hearty alike
given to their fate and the will of God.

See the timid chipmunk
scurrying out of the downspout
finally realizing
that its safe, warm nest is not the shelter it sought.

See me, discovering some hidden bravery,
throwing off my winter of angst
and allowing myself to bask in the joy
of the spring rain.

Surrender

How do I surrender to change?
Inevitable
Relentless
Disheartening

How do I let go of fear,
to see the possibility
and beauty
that may come?

Like spring leaves
Like greening grass
Like downy bunnies
Like returning songbirds

My broken heart,
surrounded by the thin mesh fibers
of hope and joy,
holding it together,

how can I trust it?

How can I not?

Still the Darkness

The days are getting longer.
Still, the darkness lingers.

In the distance, a glimmer of brightness.
Still, the darkness hovers.

The hope we once held close seems far away, as,
still, the darkness hides it.

So we wait, and prepare, and believe in the day
when a shining new morning will finally

still the darkness.