lion lamb tiger pig cat dog i do not know how i come in or go out and maybe winterspring is the perfect word to capture the feeling of almost
13 days till spring. You can already feel it in the air. Windows will soon be flung open. Legs bare. Masks down more. There’s something wonderful about the way things will change. Like it or not. I will start to slowly remove layers as the sun becomes more friendly. The sun is such a flirt. I am watching my life like a little film. My attention is full and lush. And I see my sons growing tall in 2022, the common year that started on a Saturday, and is trying hard to be better than the last couple of years. It’s a plucky year. I can feel it. I can also feel my sons growing away from me this winterspring. Abruptly, really. I am as aware of the distance as I am aware of the sunshine. It is burning me. I feel it inside of my body. In the cabinet of my heart. Like it or not.
How do we stop being controlling?
Just take off your sweater. Leave your gloves in the closet. I want to see your shoulders. Show me your face illuminated by the evening gold. Let me watch you be free. Do not try and understand everything is how we stop. Because everything is going to grow how it is supposed to. Messy, craggy, and wild. Or straight and strong. Or late. Or ever so fast. Let me find joy in this. Let me love you, winterspring.