wind and rain
a semblance of life.
hope rises before sap
the world begins to grow.
Spring wire wrap and spring poem. The season’s been a long time coming. (Still waiting actually…) The crocuses are finally out, but pretty much everything else is still gray.
This started out as a tanka, but one syllable was sticking every time I read it and things felt a little out of place. So it went freeform.