nature’s tapestry
so intricately woven
every stitch in place
Just like
Clockwork
Every
Year
Spring’s
Magic
Returns
Here

first blooms poking through
layers cast off by winter
renewal begins

above city streets
joining one block to the next
umbilical cords

The possibility
Of a future
Is what keeps us
Engaged in
Life
When
We Stop
Looking forward
We stop
Living fully

dwarfed by nature’s scale
introspection awakens
gaining perspective
Behind
Closed doors
Piles of
Stuff
Wonder when
There’ll
Be
Enough
To prompt
Time
To sort it
Through
Don’t look
Now
But it just
Grew