Spring

Bundled up in winter’s warmest layers, I embarked on my journey.  The days that lay behind me had been wicked; consumed by an icy artic blast shredding at my skin, refusing to subside.  The sun had abandoned the sky, weighted so that it may never rise.  Yet on this day, something had changed.  Transformed was the world as the day started bright, the sun forcing its way above the clouds.  As I stood and marvelled, a soft breeze kissed my skin, my winter’s mask dissolved by its softest touch.  

Injecting fresh blood
Dissolving my winter’s mask
Spring’s breeze touching me