Sometimes all I want
is to sit in the sun
feeling my roots extending
into the dark earth
and my heart expanding
into the wide sky.
I want to be silent,
eyes open and hands free,
looking, listening, and feeling.
I sense the ember of promise
coaxed into light on Imbolc
begin to flare,
those seeds of purpose cast
into the winds at Ostara
begin to germinate,
the hopes I’ve nourished
and the dreams I’ve incubated
stretching out tentative green shoots
of persistence,
renewal and change,
while I sit quiet and open
feeling them grow.
