Day 83

This is a strange wind

shaking the hibernating green of grass,

waking the land, as if from a dream.

And to allow it. To be aired out,

inside the layers we've put on

barriers to cold and to each other. 

Let that all go, and feel this breeze of

change. Breathe into the sudden rain,

the sudden flush of cheeks,

you can warm your heart, remember 

even when all else goes dark and cold. 

You are a changing thing.