Welcoming warmth after months of harsh ice

all things once dead feeling alive again

regrowth, nourished by the sunglight

everything in greens, yellows, and bright blues.

Coming out of a damp, dark cave you were trapped in for days

the ease of crisp air filling your lungs

lying barefoot in a field, embracing the grass on your toes.

Floating carelessly down a river

content, even as a minnow among salmon

acceptance of the progress that lies ahead.

The comfort of solitude, long walks alone through hills and valleys

a new flame on a wick extinguished for years

finally opening the curtains and letting the sun shine through.

Me, no longer supressed by the darkness of You.