This is the time
To embrace the darkness
As a place of dreams;
Of possibilities
As yet unrealised.
To surrender to the pull
To the earth,
The place of deep roots
Holding us.
This is the time
To rest,
To sit with the crackle and glow
Of the fire
Breathing the year gone by
Into her soulful dance.
This is the time
To listen
To the soft snore
Of Mother Earth
As she lies peacefully,
Her delicate arms
Curled around her,
Spring bulbs cradled
In her sleeping palms.
Tread with bare feet on the soft grass below
And breathe the sweet-smelling scents in the air.
Open your ears to both blue-tit and crow,
To woodpecker and wren, for all are fair.
Allow your eyes to rest upon each life:
An oak tree, a daisy, a leaf, a fly.
And for a moment let go of your strife,
For a moment do not ask yourself why
The world has wandered, been tempted away.
For now all that exists is here, living.
Marvel at the mysteries of this day
And the way the light just keeps on giving.
Winter, a withered memory of dark
While Summer sings to the sound of the Lark.
Tears drop upon the earth
and slide down the grass as they fall.
Sorrows that lay cocooned inside
take comfort from the strength of mother nature’s solid embrace.
Lying cradled in the earth they wait.
Patience must be called upon to endure this frosty winter.
And as doubts wriggle like worms in the soil,
small, almost imperceptible movements occur.
Leaves unfurl and whisper in the crisp wind above.
The sun stretches its rays
and lays them like a soothing hand
on the heads of all that lie beneath.
It smiles a big yellow smile.
Birds yawn in their nests
and burst into song,
expressing joy as sweet and pure as nectar.
Spring has arrived.