One of my favourite things about Spring, is that moment when you first notice things starting to change – the beginning of the shift in seasons. Those moments are fuel for hope, proof that brighter days are coming, signs that point to a future where things blossom and bloom. This poem is about that. The words are typed out below the image if you need them.
Is there anything more beautiful?
Than the first bit of bud on branch.
The fleck of green in the dark damp soil.
The crack of a seed that will be a tree.
Is there anything more comforting?
Than the curtain of light as the closed door creeks open.
The silhouette of promise as sun peers out from cloud.
The slow fade from darkness to light.
Is there anything more joyful?
Than the first saying of your name by the child you made.
Or first baby steps. Hands that hover but go unheld.
The learning that becomes relearning or unlearning.
Is there anything more amazing?
Than the size of the seed that becomes the mustard tree.
The yeast that makes the whole thing rise.
The spark that starts the flame.
(It’s enough.
It’s enough.
It’s enough for now.)
