In the Spring stillness I find myself restless.
The winter was too long this year.
I had forgotten what it was like to hope warm.
In the cold struggle I thought I was turning empty but now
I am shaking with need for activity.
There is a buzz just under the surface that grows hotter, more alive, more frantic.
I want to grow, to burst into blooming flames of yellow and blue and red and purple and green.
I want to be seen
in all my seasonal glory, for this time is
mine for the claiming.
My essence is sealed in a fragrance unlimited, wild and new.