Late Winter - Poetry

Late Winter

the alchemy of winter to spring

of death turning into life

that which appeared dead

growing unseen

beneath the Earth

within the barren branches and trunks

bursting forth

just when we fear

all is lost-

death has won

the cold consumed all life-

last hope drained away.

And then-

at the last ray of sun-

Life.

Petal.

Blossom-

Water and Sun alchemize dirt and twig into-

birth again,

hope anew,

LIFE a miracle upon the green blanket of Earth-

THIS is the miracle of Life

Of the Universe

OF EARTH.

Our mother-

Our origin-

Her alchemical powers 

alive in OUR veins NOW-

Was I growing even in the dark-

Unbeknownst even to me?

Was I filled with the miracle of life-

Before even a single soul saw me bloomed..?

Was I as powerful as EARTH Herself-

Even when I felt as worthless as dirt…???

Watch me Bloom now-

Alive.

Re-Birthed.

Infused with the Power of the Sun and the Skies-

An entire earth unto myself….

Watch me conquer death

Despair

Disbelief-

Watch me as I

RISE

From the Earth-

Re-Alive.

by Jenna Heim