The warmth of late march
finally a hint of spring
with a breath of birds.
The birds of spring come
flowing up the warm currents
sparkling in the sky.
Smallest of crocus
hiding in the pathway grass
surprising my feet.
The warmth of late march
finally a hint of spring
with a breath of birds.
The birds of spring come
flowing up the warm currents
sparkling in the sky.
Smallest of crocus
hiding in the pathway grass
surprising my feet.
When you truly give up trying to be whole through others, you end up receiving what you always wanted from others.
