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Breaking Spring

After Matt Hart 

 seems like a good way to say
I spent all last week feeling helpless
and talking about it in terms of not being

I was starting to lose hope
that the sun had abandoned us
It's easy to focus on the cold
when you're surrounded by snow

the buds are blooming
and like the leaves on the trees
I shed my layers

I wander and am enchanted by vivid colors
Ruby Red, Blushing Pink, and Vivacious Yellow
My heart is full

the warm sun illuminates my skin
and I feel human again
I'm alive
               I'm alive
                               and I breathe

The bees are creating new life
right before my eyes
they're humming a sweet serendipitous song

I bask in the warmth of the present moment
The bees, the birds, the trees speak to me
Blissful and freeing
Who has time for fatigue, has time for peace

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