Happy May Day!



Sap, finally unfrozen
after a long cold winter
creeping upward toward the

Do their leaves tingle
when trees wake? Do branches
shudder as they shake off
the cold?

Blossoms burst,
uncontained and joyous
somehow at the end of long

Will you wake soon from
your long, self-imposed separation?
You punish yourself, though you’ve done
no wrong.

Your gaze drifts off and you
stare as if you are still caught in
the past, your pain palpable, your thoughts
a trap.

Wake with the spring.
Shake off the sorrow, stretch
yourself and let go of history. Please
come back.


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