TALKING TO MYSELF

 

after a long

stiff

winter

 

time for new

beginnings

that feel

never-ending

again

and again

again

 

 

apple blossom

buds

blooming

in the warm

morning sunshine

 

a sweet gentle rain

 

 

thunder crashing

and a heavy

downpour

to cleanse

my mind

of icicles

dripping

like daggers

 

 

 

clothe me

in

a dress

of apple blossoms

and  a sunshine

hat

 

breathe some life into me

 

and make me less fat