Before Budding

Winter stripped us

revealing

our inner tangles

the neglected heart

and bare roots

Now

all that confusion

can breathe

light gets through

turning dust motes

to gold

We can untangle it

or own it

clothe it in new green

and flowers

Breathe

Perhaps

Spring

and Lady Sun

just 

needed 

to breathe deeply

and hold in

quiet

A pause

in the heated pace

of 

a million leaves

unfolding

still

in the green

hum

of everything

waking

growing

Breathe in

a cold morning's rain

breathe out

afternoon's

brisk 

hide and seek

of clouds