Stretch

Stretch

I need to stretch

It feels like the darkness

Has been longer this year

The sleep

Deeper

Now, when I wake in the morning

Pale light touches the sky

And I sigh

Almost there

Almost there

The ground is wet from snow melt

Mud gets everywhere

But nestled in it

Are green shoots

As spring awakens the bulbs

Wood pigeon calls to his mate

And if I close my eyes

I can remember the touch of sun

On my skin

As spring awakens me