
as days tread
steadily on
in uneasy repetition
of denied impetus;
when the urge to move,
to get up and go,
builds with the warmth of
the strengthening sun;
as a longing to
explore new places,
to tread new ground,
to see new faces,
grows
*
the time will come
soon
*
for now,
plant your feet
and connect with the ground
beneath your soles,
find patience in
the changing of the seasons,
see the first
unfurling blooms of the
snowdrops in the woods,
and of the crocuses that
flourish in parks and
gardens
*
for the time will come
soon

This post is for day 266 of 365 Days Wild.

You have turned the impetus of spring into an apt metaphor for the times
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