Welcoming warmth after months of harsh ice
all things once dead feeling alive again
regrowth, nourished by the sunglight
everything in greens, yellows, and bright blues.
Coming out of a damp, dark cave you were trapped in for days
the ease of crisp air filling your lungs
lying barefoot in a field, embracing the grass on your toes.
Floating carelessly down a river
content, even as a minnow among salmon
acceptance of the progress that lies ahead.
The comfort of solitude, long walks alone through hills and valleys
a new flame on a wick extinguished for years
finally opening the curtains and letting the sun shine through.
Me, no longer supressed by the darkness of You.