Becoming Spring

in the north we ride
the wave of seasons
winter pulled us under a deep cloak
of quietude
springs sprightly presence
teases our spirit to the surface

wandering a trail
in the wilds of Montana
feeling each cell of my body
and spirit
tremble and open
to meet new life

light pours from the sun
days imbued in blue skies
dancing clouds
earth wears a cloak of greens
sprinkled with
pristine essence
and
presence of wildflowers

I am Spring

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