Poem: learning to love spring

I wrote a poem and think I’m done with it but I don’t write poems anymore so I’m not sure. I figure I’ll just put it out in the wild.

i am learning to love spring

i am learning to love spring
its tender new beginnings
of things that may not ever reach their peak
things so new i know not yet what they are

i have always loved winter
because it is easier to hold to
that which has passed, grasp the ends
as if they were a balm against cyclic chaos

but i understand spring now
it grows despite rains
yearns to be set on ground, not solid
and warms things to bloom, against odds

yes, i am learning to love anew

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