The end of wintering

Today, a little poem I wrote back in the autumn when the weather mirrored my mood but also a real turning point for me

I call it the end of wintering

The last leaves of autumn

         swirl in the fresh crisp air

and fall      gently      on     the     grass

drip drop drip drop

The last pieces of work

   land in my empty inbox

and I sense      freedom      close by

drip drop drip drop

Step into my future

Make rustling sounds

           colourful patterns emerge

drip drop drip drop

I breathe awakened

            After a long wintering

I am ready     to take a step     forward

drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop

Spring is coming