Spring

 

It's cold in people's hearts

Winter has ruled too long

Feelings froze and got stuck

In daily routines.

When the sun is rising 

Flowers begin to bloom

A grumpy old man looks up smiling

At the light floating into his room

When he opens the door

Possibilities float in

Getting caught in his heart

Like herrings in a fisher's net.

His feet begin to move to their own rhythm

Light as air he whirls around.

Up above him in the green trees

Birds make their first tweets

And spread their wings into new beginnings.