-This poem reflects on what follows spring’s first awakenings, when renewal settles into continuity and life carries itself forward with quiet grace.
The leaves have taken to the light,
the air has learned a steadier song,
and what began in thaw and hush,
now moves with ease through root and wing.
No longer only hint or sign,
the season lives in fuller breath,
in shaded grass, in settled nest,
in petals drifting into earth.
And still the beauty is not fixed,
it passes even as it stays,
each bright and ordinary thing,
already giving way to more.
This is the grace that spring prepares,
not just the bloom, but what comes next,
the open world, the living thread,
the quiet going on of life.