Resurrection and Renewal

This is an old poem – from April 2013 – before I began this blog.  I have been reborn, oh so many times, it seems.

I laid my body down
On the brittle brown leaves
Crushing them to dust
Exhausted by the Fall

My ears touched the earth
Soft loam of older leaves
Quiet wrapped my worries
In stillness and in peace

My arms held the sun
Warm in the moment of embrace
Clouds passed in the distance
Memories of the cold

For months I lay in wonder
Wrapped in the breath of hope
Stirrings deep within
Had time to be reborn

Now I rise to my feet
Strong and steady is the call
Once more the path is open
My eyes behold the sky