March

Days fall into a quiet rhythm;

The gentle lilt of spring beckons me

Forward, towards light, towards peace.

The sun shines, softly, while the breeze

Carries the scent of blossoms - pink, white,

Budding, falling, then budding again.

I close my eyes, and feel my own petals

Slip off my skin, only to bud before

Bursting into color yet again.