Dawning Creations

I feel different in a way I can’t explain,
calmer and settled,
flowing in a gentle wind.
That’s unexpected,
almost impossible

Our tulips rise
while daffodils are kissing the sun
I’ve celery growing
in the window of my kitchen

I feel different,
while spring is on her way,
Though, she keeps forgetting,
she’s meant to stay.
Shrinking back, she’s unable
to hold her ground.

I know I’m different.
I’m ready to stand up
for all I’ve become,
nursing spring to bravery.