Laura Michelle

Remnants of autumn lay around my trunk
Their martyr deaths feeding the forest earth
I will not fear the fall
No inevitable night can stop this dawn
The stirring is too able.
The cold dirt has begun to loosen its grip on my roots
Sap once again moves through my stem.
Soon delicate blossoms and eager leaves
Will make their dramatic approach.
The elegant splendor of rebirth.

I could live through a thousand springs.
A beginning that never grows dull or daunting.
Each with its elegant splendor
Feeling as extraordinary as the first.
The sun sits longer in the day’s sky
If only I could reach so high as to touch it
Its magnetic power would pull me from my slumber
But there is no rush
Patience is my rule to follow.
No season can be forced.
I trust no spring will fail to come.

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Laura Michelle

Laura Michelle

I'm a writer, wife, mother, and traveler on a path of wellness. I’m eager to share with you antidotes from my journey.