the babe with the power

grounded in memory,

                                                      carried by change,

                  soothed by rest;

   i beckon the rains

and wait                                  for

 the pain,

  the greed,

   the selfishness, and

    the old, bitter

     me with burdens and baggage and

      unprocessed grief to be

        released.

                 with dormancy reversed, buds

                 unfurl, and

                 leaves become known.

newness like a                                    season,                                           fall or spring                                                                                                                renewal                                                                                                               

newness like a gift,                       a promise kept                                                          when you need it                                                          most.

newness like a birth,                     the babe,                                                             swaddled until                                tears no longer                                                           flow.

                                        i warm and

                                               grow

                                        with the sun.

                           bursting forth with the trees

                                                  and

                                                foliage.

                                                                                                 it is the seed,                                                                                    the nature within me.