I lift my head above the treesthe sun holds my facebetween her hands i feel alive again the boots on my feetsink into the ground no longer frozen but soft, squishy, malleable the pelting raindropsmelt the snowand cleanse a world that’s been brown for too long and the birds sing their anthemlike a balm to …

today i met a woman with wrinkles around her eyesand curly silver hair, and bony shriveled handsshe wore too much blush on her white sullen cheeksand a purple flannel shirt hung from her scrawny frameher back was bent so low it made me stand up tallerand she walked with a cane that looked as worn …

somedays the sun doesn’t shinesomedays the birds don’t singsomedays the rain won’t stopsomedays don’t feel like spring somedays my heart is heavysomedays my eyes brim with tearssomedays my body achessomedays I am full of fear but I know the sun will come outeven when all I see is grayI know my God is strongeven when …

there’s a chubby little robin in the tree outside my windowhis gray feet are grasping to the maple’s brittle branchesbare and brittle and worn down from the coldthe branches sway from the weight of their visitor but the robin doesn’t fly away to find a stronger perchhis talons just hold tighter though the sky around …

fading, flickering, failingthe sunrays of Februaryare stubbornbut not yet strong enoughto withstand the cruel mouth of their foe called Winteras he swallows them up once againdown into the depths of his dark, dark throatbut they put up a fighteach day lasting longereach day growing strongerknowing soonthey won’t fadethey won’t flickerthey won’t failspring will comeand they’ll …