The Earth Doesn’t Ask

This is the season

when the earth doesn’t ask,

she opens.

Bud, bloom, branch,

no apology for being full.

This is the season

where we too,

can lean toward light

without explaining.

You don’t need to be tidy

to be growing.

You don’t need to be brave

to begin again.

Let something take root in you.

Let your hands remember warmth.

Let your voice be the green shoot

pushing up through your own stillness.

This is the season

where the earth offers you

a quiet place to bloom,

on your own terms.

L Norton