-This poem reflects on the quiet physical awakening that comes with spring, when warmth returns first to the body and only then to thought.
The sleeves grow lighter in the sun,
the skin receives the tender air,
and something quiet in the blood,
begins to open toward the day.
The shoulders loosen from the cold,
the breath comes easier in the chest,
the hands no longer hide themselves,
but rest awake in light and wind.
What winter kept in careful hush,
returns in motion, pulse, and ease,
a softer step, a lifted face,
a calm rejoining of the world.
So much of spring is felt this way,
before the mind can name its change,
the body answering first to warmth,
as if it never had forgotten.