Spring

There, was a shift:

A spiralling mist,

Without warning,

It changed the direction of the wind.

There, was a warm shower:

A torrential favour,

Out of a confession,

Away it swirled dreamy passion.

There, was an openness:

A cracking lightness,

Amidst clarity,

It adjusted the flow of energy.

There, was a heart:

An independent part,

Breathing protection,

It restored its aspirations.

There, was a shiver:

An inner fresh air,

Endless strength,

It harnessed.