Spring Comes

I struggle to surrender being taken as a prisoner of Winter’s cruel depths.
But once captured I relax in its solitude, breath in its stillness…the quietness.
My spirit bathes in the purity of the first glistening snow that surrounds us.
It covers us up, we bundle in extra clothing, we all blend in as one, we appear equal.
We are survivors.

Hints of spring start to whisper, yet winter still lingers in the air.
Spring comes and strips us of our layers, were suddenly exposed.
We know who prepared in the autumn as sprouts of tulips break through the soil.
Nature yearns to be rescued, to come alive.
I too feel it, smell it, need it, like a slow thaw.
But a part of me has chosen to stay.