The magnolia is budding,
The birds are migrating,
The croci are blooming,
And I am…
Waiting.

Behind a thousand lighted
Windows are all the lives
I am not living,
Including my own.

The world is full of
Places to explore,
People to meet, but I am
Not part of it: I took
A break for the winter
And now I cannot find
My way back to spring.

But there is hope in blossom,
Joy in the sunshine that
Illuminates the reawakening
World, determination in this
Battered old heart to let
The beauty of the world
Find me again.

03/11/2026

Posted on 10/17/2026
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