Awake and alive whirring and stirring
Springtime is here we are all buzzing
The doldrums of winter and long chilly nights
Would spring ever come so we can take flight
The seasonal pattern of up and down
First makes you smile then clouds with a frown
We often forget when spirits are low
Life comes around if you stay in the flow
It’s not only seasons we mark on the wall
Internal passages rise and then fall
The task to remember when in hibernation
You will be born to a new celebration
Like daisies and poppies carnations and roses
You’ll flower again and strike beautiful poses
The rain that nurtures and cleanses your soul
Is to be cherished as you grow old
Without fallow times and quiet within
You would not discover your next kind of win
When you are buried in the slumber of cold
Be quiet and still knowing spring will unfold
When you are feeling fallow is it difficult to remember that most things are cyclical?
What might you do to remind yourself?
How might you see and use the winters we all experience as providing real value?
- Stewart Levine ©
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