For those who are feeling lost; tired; downhearted.
Spring, seasons, change
It’s February.
The winter is stretching out like a yawning cat
And you feel stretched and brittle.
Your muscles are tense
Tired of warding off the cold
Think of the beech tree
Nestling its bud of tender leaves
CLose in the cradle of last year’s leaves
Which are now dry and cracking
Their job is almost done,
They were glorious, they had their hour in the sun
But new things are coming
Sometimes miraculous change
Is hidden in plain view
Mirror’s glance shows you the same grey tiredness
But
Look closer
Observe the bud of the beech tree
Breathe deep
Muster the strength
And wait.
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