Pink blossoms and buzzing bees: 30 Minute Poetry

(It really feels like Spring when the blossoms start appearing.)

I hit a rough patch, well more than one really. For a while it's been rough patch, after rough patch. You can only soldier on for so long when the rough is all you have, day after day for months without end. A post or three back I mentioned how I was at that point. You know the one. The one where it's just enough. Where what you could deal with yesterday, is simply too much today. And in the midst of that fog of struggle and wanting to build a pillow fort and simply disappear from the world for a while. When rough textures and sharp edges are all there are as far as they eye can see. Lovely people both here on the blog and over on FB reached out. Messages, lovely comments, silly memes and photos to make me laugh, songs to lift or just because. And it's hard to explain how much they mean. That people you've never met in the flesh, care. And not only care, but take their limited energy to tell you they care. And suddenly you find yourself emerging from your dark place and making inroads back into the world. Because there are others who have your back and offer their shoulders without expectation or caveats. So I wanted to say thank you to everyone for pulling me out of my hole to see the world again. Spring in the world around me and Spring in my spirit to match.

This one is my thank you to you all. xx

Thank you for the wind

The gentle caress on my cheek

as I sit eyes closed on the chair in the corner of my yard

Cool and invigorating

Cleansing and revitalising

The breath of life

The breath of love

The breath that joins us all

Thank you for the birds

That flit and soar

Shadows racing across the ground

Flashes of colour in the sky

That sing of love and joy

Joy for the sun

Joy for the small berries emerging on the branches

And the nectar in the tiny blooms

Joy for the myriad of small insects that emerge at the first hint of warmth and renewal.

Thank you for the budding leaves

The tiny bunches with vibrant red edges

slowly unfolding with each added ray of sun.

A tight bump on the sides of stark branches

soon one, then two, then three, are seen fluttering in the breeze

Chaperoned by light pink blossoms and buzzing bees.

The eye once attuned to their presence can't help but see them at every turn

Thank you for the sun

That warms my face

And winds it's way into my blood

To chase away the cold and heat the heart

To uncurl the spirit from it's hiding place

To stretch out to the world around

And feel it all

Familiar and new bound together in joy.

Thank you for the moon

Rising in the east from crescent to full

shining just enough to illuminate the world

To drain the colour but light the way

To show the shadows of the life of day

The outline of the trees, the swings across the street, and the chairs in the yard.

Echos of the day passed, the day soon to be.

Thank you for the stars

Strewn across the sky by a casual hand

Beauty in their disdain for order and regimental adherence.

Points of light in the darkness

To be spied when lying in the dark places

Look up and focus

On one just one.

Claim it as your own to shine for you

But to be shared with all.

Thank you for helping me see

Thank you for making me feel

Thank you.

Michelle

Now to sit out back and enjoy and appreciate a bit of it on this lovely Spring day.

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