There is a comfort in staying warm and cocooned
But springtime springs
no matter how ready you feel
Trees start to bud
Algae blooms in warmer waters
there is growth and beauty in the season
But I have grievances with romanticized spring
Grief over unopened buds
Watching strong mature trees burst into flower
While at the same time feeling stuck
Uncomfortable in my own waiting to open.
Blooming takes time.
This collective poem was assembled by Rebecca Wood
