Spring has its way with me

It can be powerful in a destructive way

Rising emotions and uncontrollable thoughts

Driving and being driven

Abruptly awakening after a dormant winter

Cranky and stiff

Inviting growth before I’m ready

Offering and withholding, offering and withholding

But usually, eventually, after the last frost

There is some reprieve, integration

Some seeds have a chance to take

All the gripping makes the exhale a relief

From energy caught up in wrestling

Finally flowers

Wrestling season is over now

Summer is for fruition

Good, bad, or indifferent- its happening

Fruit isn’t meant to be perfect

Just abundant, and juicy sweet

Goodbye to the complicated birth of Spring

And hello to the rushing abstraction of summer