She is pushing through..
Hopes finding their way through the hard ground
seeking warmth and headed away
from things that are cold.
Maybe she can see beauty in this transition. Maybe though, she simply knows she must do it. There is no other option but forward. Spring’s momentum isn’t choice, it’s necessity. Does that make it any less lovely? I don’t think so, and I wish you all to feel the same, no matter what this season is bringing you.