sego lily (Calochortus nuttalli)

the winter also seems to be in denial

of the bloom and change that is upon us

as cold droplets turn white

tears dampen the ground

making way for the blossoms

and moments more apt

for the kinds of movement

we’ve been aching for.

it seems counterintuitive to cling

to the darker times and all it’s captors -

we’ve been in the shadows for

so long now.

the promise of being washed anew

feels too good to be true again.

we may grasp at the future,

or lay horizontal in the past.

often with disappointment reminded

of our inevitability.

nature’s rhythms + lessons,

non-attachment + dialectics,

synchronicities + insanity.

and on this gloomy equinox morning

I will choose to see the mirror of myself

laid out in the patterns of the snow.

prompting a loose grip

from a season in which

I am no longer welcome.

Here is to new beginnings and

the season of the lilies.