I often remind myself how much I love the first day of spring. It appears unexpectedly when the world seems cold and imperfect, when my youthful soul yearns for a blooming flower in one fragrant moment. The sun doesn’t have to shine. The world doesn’t have to feel safe or stable. Nothing has to be in order or to make sense. It is the first day of my favorite season when I feel most grateful to be a small part of a grand universe, that gave me my first breath.
Poem first published in the fine site, The Drabble.
“A Spring Moment” is also included in my book Rain on Cabrillo.
Featured image by Mark Tulin