When life hits you with a sudden blast,
like a strong March wind
that rips fresh buds off eager spring branches,
leaving you staring, stunned, at your bare twigs
wondering if you have the energy reserves
to start again,
You can be tempted to look at the
expanse of bare earth around your tired roots
and want to crumble down
into its cold loamy humus,
giving up the hope of winter’s end
–Renewal is just a buzz word
of the Already-Blooming
Why not give in to the decomposers?
They are always waiting anyway–
But even Rot brings Rebirth.
Even darkness and dank decay
made thick and putrid by the busy beetles
clears space for life to be born again.
The lost buds become soft and pungent
in the folds of soil;
And what you once held onto with all your might,
what was torn from your grasp
by the reckless winds of life,
has been transformed
into that which fuels you
and enables you to blossom again.
©Vixen Lea 2020